today I had a sudden recollection of a story I heard a long time ago. It is very short if you care to read it.
Two monks were washing their bowls in the river when they noticed a scorpion that was drowning. One monk immediately scooped it up and set it upon the bank. In the process he was stung. He went back to washing his bowl and again the scorpion fell in. The monk saved the scorpion and was again stung. The other monk asked him, “Friend, why do you continue to save the scorpion? It is in its nature to sting.”
“Because,” the monk replied, “it is in my nature to save it.”
I feel as if the world is the scorpion. And every time I try to do anything that I think is good or will benefit myself or the world, i get stung.
Only now I have to decide if it’s in my nature to keep trying, or give into the wounds that it has left me.