I Wish To Become A Teacher Of

A Prisoner Lived In Solitary Confinement For Years. He Saw And Spoke To No One And His Meals Were Served Through An Opening In The Wall. One Day An Ant Came Into His Cell. The Man Contemplated It In Fascination As It Crawled Around The Room. He Held It In The Palm Of His Hand The Better To Observe It, Gave It A Grain Or Two, And Kept It Under His Tin Cup At Night. One Day It Suddenly Struck Him That It Had Taken Him Ten Long Years Of Solitary Confinement To Open His Eyes To The Loveliness Of An Ant.

In Many Ways We Were Drugged When We Were Young. We Were Brought Up To Need People. For What? For Acceptance, Approval, Appreciation, Applause.

There Is Yet Another Illusion, That It Is Important To Be Respectable, To Be Loved And Appreciated, To Be Important. Many Say We Have A Natural Urge To Be Loved And Appreciated, To Belong. That’s False. Drop This Illusion And You Will Find Happiness. We Have A Natural Urge To Be Free, A Natural Urge To Love, But Not To Be Loved.

There Were Rules In The Monastery, But The Master Always Warned Against The Tyranny Of The Law. 'obedience Keeps The Rules,' He Would Say. 'love Knows When To Break Them.'

Pleasant Experiences Make Life Delightful. Painful Experiences Lead To Growth.