My 11th speech @toastmaster's club :THE STONECUTTER
All of us present here have certain dreams and wishes. It
is good to have those dreams and wishes but sometimes we have to acknowledge
that this moment is enough. Sometimes we focus so much on what we don't have
that we fail to see, appreciate, and use what we do have. Sometimes we say
“Only if I had a little more, I should be very satisfied.” But that’s not true.
If we are not content with what we have, we would not be satisfied if it were
doubled. Toastmaster and my dear friends To make this more clear to you Let me
share a Japanese folktale
Once upon a time there lived a stonecutter, who went every
day to a great rock in the side of a big mountain and cut out slabs for
gravestones or for houses. He understood very well the kinds of stones wanted
for the different purposes, and as he was a careful workman he had plenty of
customers. For a long time he was quite happy and contented, and asked for
nothing better than what he had.
Now in the mountain dwelt a spirit which now and then appeared to men,
and helped them in many ways to become rich and prosperous. The stonecutter,
however, had never seen this spirit, and only shook his head, with an
unbelieving air, when anyone spoke of it.
One day the stonecutter carried a gravestone to the house of a rich man,
and saw there all sorts of beautiful things, of which he had never even
dreamed. Suddenly his daily work seemed to grow harder and heavier, and he said
to himself: "Oh, if only I were a rich man, and could sleep in a bed with
silken curtains and golden tassels, how happy I should be!"
And a voice answered him: "Your wish is heard; a rich man you shall
be!"
At the sound of the voice the stonecutter looked around, but could see
nobody. He thought it was all his fancy, and picked up his tools and went home,
for he did not feel inclined to do any more work that day. But when he reached
the little house where he lived, he stood still with amazement, for instead of
his wooden hut was a stately palace filled with splendid furniture, and most
splendid of all was the bed, in every respect like the one he had envied. He
was nearly beside himself with joy, and in his new life the old one was soon
forgotten.
It was now the beginning of summer, and each day the sun blazed more
fiercely. One morning the heat was so great that the stonecutter could scarcely
breathe, and he determined he would stop at home till the evening. He was
rather dull, for he had never learned how to amuse himself, and was peeping
through the closed blinds to see what was going on in the street, when a little
carriage passed by, drawn by servants dressed in blue and silver. In the
carriage sat a prince, and over his head a golden umbrella was held, to protect
him from the sun's rays.
"Oh, if I were only a prince!" said the stonecutter to
himself, as the carriage vanished around the corner. "Oh, if I were only a
prince, and could go in such a carriage and have a golden umbrella held over
me, how happy I should be!"
And the mountain spirit answered: "Your wish is heard; a prince you
shall be."
And a prince he was. Before his carriage rode one company of men and
another behind it; servants dressed in scarlet and gold bore him along, the
coveted umbrella was held over his head, everything his heart could desire was
his. But yet it was not enough. He looked around still for something to wish
for, and when he saw that in spite of the water he poured on the grass the rays
of the sun scorched it, and that in spite of the umbrella held over his head
each day his face grew browner and browner, he cried in his anger: "The
sun is mightier than I; oh, if I were only the sun!"
And the mountain spirit answered: "Your wish is heard; the sun you
shall be."
And the sun he was, and felt himself proud in his power. He shot his
beams above and below, on earth and in heaven; he burnt up the grass in the
fields and scorched the faces of princes as well as of poorer folk. but in a
short time he began to grow tired of his might, for there seemed nothing left
for him to do. Discontent once more filled his soul, and when a cloud covered
his face, and hid the earth from him, he cried in his anger: "Does the
cloud hold captive my rays, and is it mightier than I? Oh, that I were a cloud,
and mightier than any!"
And the mountain spirit answered: "Your wish is heard; a cloud you
shall be!"
And a cloud he was, and lay between the sun and the earth. He caught the
sun's beams and held them, and to his joy the earth grew green again and
flowers blossomed. But that was not enough for him, and for days and week he
poured forth rain till the rivers overflowed their banks, and the crops of rice
stood in water. Towns and villages were destroyed by the power of the rain,
only the great rock on the mountainside remained unmoved. The cloud was amazed
at the sight, and cried in wonder: "Is the rock, then, mightier than I?
Oh, if I were only the rock!"
And the mountain spirit answered; "Your wish is heard; the rock you
shall be!"
And the rock he was, and gloried in his power. Proudly he stood, and
neither the heat of the sun nor the force of the rain could move him.
"This is better than all!" he said to himself. But one day he heard a
strange noise at his feet, and when he looked down to see what it could be, he
saw a stonecutter driving tools into his surface. Even while he looked a trembling
feeling ran all through him, and a great block broke off and fell upon the
ground. Then he cried in his wrath: "Is a mere child of earth mightier
than a rock? Oh, if I were only a man!"
And the mountain spirit answered: "Your wish is heard. A man once
more you shall be!"
And a man he was, and in the sweat of his brow he toiled again at his
trade of stone cutting. His bed was hard and his food scanty, but he had
learned to be satisfied with it, and did not long to be something or somebody
else. And as he never asked for things he did not have, or desired to be
greater and mightier than other people, he was happy at last, and never again
heard the voice of the mountain spirit.
So my dear friends always remember instead of wishing you were someone else, be
proud of who you are. You never know who was looking at you wishing they were
you. Appreciate what you have right now, because you don't always get a second
chance.
Over to toastmaster
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