A zen story

A zen story

A man walking in the night slipped and fell from a rocky path. Afraid he

would fall down thousands of feet, because he knew that just at the edge

of the path was a very deep valley, he grabbed hold of a branch that was

overhanging the edge. In the darkness of night all he could see below him

was a bottomless abyss. He shouted and his own shout was reflected

back– there was nobody to hear him.

You can imagine that man, and his whole night of torture. Every

 moment there was death below, his hands were becoming cold, he was losing

his grip… but he managed to hold on, and as the sun came out he

looked down… and he laughed! There was no abyss. Just six inches

below his feet there was a rock ledge. He could have rested the whole

night, slept well– the ledge was big enough– but instead, the

whole night was a nightmare.

The fear is not more than six inches deep. Now it is up to you whether you

want to go on clinging to the branch and turn your life into a nightmare, or

whether you would love to leave the branch and stand on your feet.

There is nothing to fear.


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