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beautiful things the Mystic had seen. But most of all, they were able to dine and converse
with the Master of Life himself.
Life, after all, is not empty.
“We can get so involved in what we are doing that we forget why we are doing it. We are so
involved in living that we forget the purpose of living. We get so involved in pursuing the
things money can buy that we forget about the things that money can’t buy.”
Father’s Mistake - No Time
By Bel San Luis (2004)
One night, a father came to a parent-teacher conference in a city high school. During a talk
with one of his son’s teachers, the father broke down and began to cry.
After he regained his composure, the father apologized, saying, “My son no longer lives
with me. But I still love him and I want to know how he’s doing in school.”
The father then told the teacher how his wife and four children had left him that afternoon.
He was a building contractor and sometimes worked sixteen hours a day. Naturally, he saw
little of his family, and then slowly grew farther and farther apart.
Then the father said something sad. He said: “I wanted to buy my wife and kids all the
things I had dreamed of giving them. But in the process, I got so involved in working that I
forgot about what they needed most: a father who was around at nights to give them love
and support”.
But the boy stayed away for a long time… then one day, the boy came back to the tree who
shook with joy and said: “Come boy and climb up my trunk, swing from my branches, eat
my mangoes, play in the shade and be happy.” “I am too busy to climb trees.” said the boy.
“I want a house to keep me warm.” “I want a wife and children so I need a house. Can you
give me a house?” “I have no house,” said the tree, “the forest is my house, but you may
cut-off my branches and build a house. And so the boy cut-off her branches and carried
them away to build his house. And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time… then one day the boy came back and the tree
was happy that she could speak. “Come, boy,” she whispered, “come and play.” “I am too
old to play.” said the boy. “I want a boat that would take me away from her. Can you give me
a boat?” “Cut down my trunk and make a boat,” said the tree. “Then you can sail away. And
the tree was happy… but not really.
And after a time, the boy came back again. “I am sorry boy,” said the tree. “But I have
nothing left to give you – my mangoes are gone.” “My teeth are too weak for mangoes,”
said the boy. “My branches are gone,” said the tree. “You cannot swing on them.” “I am too
old to swing on branches,” said the boy. “My trunk is gone,” said the tree. “You cannot climb.”
“I am too tired to climb,” said the boy. “I am sorry,” sighed the tree. “I wish I could give you
something… but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry.” “I don’t need very
much now.” said the boy, “Just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.” “Well,” said the
tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, “well, an old stump is good for sitting
and resting. Come, boy, sit down and rest.” And the boy did and the tree was happy.