Batterfly

One time , there is a young man at the edge of the lake . He looked pensive . His eyes vacant , staring at the expanse of water in front of him . All corners of the wind has been through it , but none satisfied the point is made ​​. Emptiness increasingly silent , until there is a voice that greeted her . There were other people there .

" What are you doing here , young man? " someone asked . Apparently there is an old man . " What do you bother with .. ? " The young man turned to the side , " I'm tired old man . Has been for kilometers distance which I go to seek happiness , but there is also a sense I found it in me . I 've run through the mountains and valleys , but there was no sign of present happiness in me . Where Did I have to look for it ? When will I find a sense of that? "
Old Grandpa sitting closer , listening intently . In his eyes tired face in front of him . Then , he began to speak , " in front of it , there is a garden . If you want the answer to your question , catch a butterfly for me . They argued . " Yes ... catch a butterfly with your hand to me " Grandpa repeat the sentence again .
Slowly the young man rose . Step towards one direction , garden . Before long , he met the garden . Vibrant garden with trees and flowers are blooming . Not surprisingly , many butterflies fly there . Grandfather, seen from a distance , observe the behavior of youth who are anxious done it .
The young man began to move . With crept , its target a target . Slowly . However , Hap ! the target was missed . In kejarnya butterfly it the other way . He did not want to lose the game . But again . Hap ! . He failed . He started running irregularly . Butted and there. Ditabraknya grass and plants to get the butterfly . Diterobosnya bushes and shrubs there . The movements are getting wild . The scene continues, but no one butterfly that can be captured . The youth began to fatigue . Breathing heavily, his chest moving up and down rapidly . Until finally there was a shout , " Stop the young child first . Rest . " It appears that the grandfather walked slowly . But look , there are a bunch of butterflies flying in the right-left side of the old man . They fly around , occasionally alighted on the old body .
" Is that how the pursuit of happiness ? Running and crashing ? Bumping collided aimlessly , break through without caring what did you order?" The grandfather looked at the young man . "Son , look for happiness is like catching a butterfly . Increasingly you lunge , the more he will escape . More you hurry , the more is he gone from you. "
" However , catch butterflies in your heart . Because happiness is not a thing that you can be handheld , or something that you can save . Seek happiness in your heart . Browse taste it in kalbumu . He will not be running anywhere . Fact , without you realize that happiness often come alone . "
Old Man raised his hand . Hap , suddenly , look a butterfly perched on the tip of the finger . Looks flap - flap of butterfly wings that radiate the beauty of God's creation . His charm is so amazing , the wing petals floated slowly , like happiness that are present in the liver . The color is so beautiful , as beautiful as happiness for those who can fathom . MoralMencari happiness is like catching a butterfly . It is difficult , for those who are too eager , yet easy , for those who know what they are looking for . We may be able to seek it by crashing here and there, bumping here and there, or a break here and there to get it . We can only pursue it with running hard , to the whole direction . We can also achieve it with lust , like capturing prey can we eat after it.
But we learned . We learn that happiness can not be in such ways . We learned that happy is not something that can be handheld or objects that can be stored . Happy is air , and happiness is the scent of the air . We learned that there was indeed a happy heart. The more we pursue it , the more happiness it would go away from us . The more we tried to reach it , the more happiness it will stay away .
Try to find happiness in your heart . Let the flavor was settled , and eternal in our hearts . Find the joy in every step that we do . In work , in learning , in living our lives . In sadness, in joy , in silence and in boisterous . Find the happier it , slowly , in the quiet , in the sincerity of our hearts .
I believe , happy it is everywhere . Guess it is all around us . It may even be , happy that " landed " in our hearts , but we never memperdulikannya . Might as well , happy that fly around us , but we are too ignorant to enjoy it .