There was once a king who offered a prize to the artist whocould paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried.The king looked at all the pictures, but there were only twothat he really liked, and he had to choose between them.One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirrorfor the peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead wasa blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picturethought that it was a perfect picture of peace.The second picture had mountains, too. But these were ruggedand bare. Above was an angry sky from which rain fell, and inwhich lightening played. Down the side of the mountain tumbleda foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.But when the king looked, he saw behind the waterfall a tinybush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother birdhad built her nest.... a perfect picture of peace.Which of the pictures won the prize?
The king chose the second picture.
Do you know why?
"Because," explained the king,
"peace does not mean to be in aplace where there is no noise, trouble or hard work.
Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still becalm in your heart.
That is the real meaning of peace."
That is the REAL meaning of peace.
~Author Unknown~
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