The Perfect Pebble
The Perfect Pebble
An old man named Ravi lived by
the sea, spending his days collecting pebbles along the shore. Every morning,
he would walk barefoot, picking up smooth stones, feeling their weight, and
tossing the dull ones back into the waves.
One day, a curious boy named
Aryan watched him. "Why do you do this every day, Grandpa?" he asked.
Ravi smiled. "I search
for the perfect pebble."
Aryan frowned. "But the ocean
has millions! How can you ever find the perfect one?"
Ravi chuckled, handing the boy
a stone. "Feel this—rough, right? But over time, the waves polish it, just
like life shapes us. Some stones crack under pressure, while others become
smooth and beautiful."
The boy turned the pebble in
his palm. "So, does that mean life is about becoming the perfect
stone?"
Ravi shook his head. "No,
Aryan. Life is about embracing the journey, the tides that shape us, and
learning which pebbles to keep and which to let go."
As the years passed, Aryan
grew old, walking the same shore, passing Ravi’s wisdom to his own
grandchildren. The ocean, as endless as time, continued shaping the
pebbles—just as life shapes us all.
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