Trying hard to be Switzerland
There's an old Zen story that's been stuck in my head all evening...
A young monk was approached by one of his elders, who sensed his pupil was troubled. He asked the young man what disturbed him so.
"Teacher, I am very discouraged with my progress here. Another of the Masters often insults me for my lack of enlightenment."
The old monk thought for a moment and replied, "It is very fortunate that he is so perfect in his mastery of Zen that he has the time to criticize others. I, myself, do not have that luxury."
I am finding that more and more often, I am guilty of this same sin. Perhaps the fact that I cannot get the story out of my head means that someone is trying to tell me something.
A young monk was approached by one of his elders, who sensed his pupil was troubled. He asked the young man what disturbed him so.
"Teacher, I am very discouraged with my progress here. Another of the Masters often insults me for my lack of enlightenment."
The old monk thought for a moment and replied, "It is very fortunate that he is so perfect in his mastery of Zen that he has the time to criticize others. I, myself, do not have that luxury."
I am finding that more and more often, I am guilty of this same sin. Perhaps the fact that I cannot get the story out of my head means that someone is trying to tell me something.