Once upon a
time, a pilgrim set out on the long journey in search of peace, joy and love.
The pilgrim walked for many weary miles, and time passed.
Gradually,
the young, lively steps became slower and more labored. The pilgrim’s journey
passed through landscapes that were not always happy ones. Through war. Through
sickness. Through quarrels and rejections and separations. A land where, it is
seemed, the more people possessed, the more warlike they became – the more they
had to defend, the more they needed to attack each other. Longing for peace,
they prepared for war. Longing for love, they surrounded themselves with walls
of distrust and barriers of fear. Longing for life, they were walking deeper
into death.
But one
morning, the pilgrim came to a little cottage at the wayside. Something about
this little cottage attracted the pilgrim. It was as though it was lit up from
the inside. Full of curiosity, the pilgrim went inside. And inside the cottage
was a little shop, and behind the counter stood a shopkeeper. It was hard to
judge the age – hard even to say for sure whether it was a man or a woman.
There was an air of timelessness about the place.
‘What would
you like?’ asked the shopkeeper in a kindly voice.
‘What do you
stock here?’ asked the pilgrim.
‘Oh, we have
all the things here that you most long for,’ replied the shopkeeper. ‘Just tell
me what you desire.’ The pilgrim hardly knew where to begin. So many desires
came rushing to mind. ‘I want peace – in my own family, in my native land and
in the whole world.
I want to
make something good of my life.
I want those
who are sick to be well again and those who are lonely to have friends.
I want those
who are hungry to have enough to eat.
I want every
child born on this planet today to have a chance to be educated.
I want everyone on earth to live in freedom.
I want the
world to be a kingdom of love.’
There was a
pause, while the pilgrim reviewed this shopping list.
Gently, the
shopkeeper broke in. ‘I’m sorry,’ came the quiet reply. ‘I should have
explained. We don’t supply the fruits here. We only supply the seeds.’ (Source unknown)
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