"Tales With A Moral" ...to apply to the blockchain.

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We are on a weekend. And it occur to me that on weekends we use to have more free time to think. More relaxed quality time to reflect and meditate.

Therefore, for a couple of weeks, I'm gonna try to post a few short articles with no more than a "Tale With A Moral" at the beginning and probably a simple instrumental (no lyrics) song at the end. A simple experiment.

Yeah! the song will have no lyrics, just with the intention to not confuse and entangle further your thoughts. I don't want to puzzle you more than necessary. If anything, just to nicely immerse you deeper in your very own intimate thoughts. Everyone has its own world and I want to explore it.

All of this, in case if you care enough about the teaching of these tales and the message that I'm trying to convey with these posts. }:)

Because I certainly would want to get in return the true feedback of what you've learned as clean and uncontaminated as possible. So, let's try it!!

As it is already said in the title. These posts and selected tales even when the learnings might be useful for your life in general. These have been specially selected mainly to be applied to and within the blockchain.

"The Struggle"

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He saw and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then suddenly it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gone as far as it could and it could go no further. So the man decided to help the butterfly.

He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly basically spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.

It was never able to fly. What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Cause sometimes the struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If we went through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!

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Man I definitely needed to hear that right now... the struggle is real! Learning patience has been a theme in my life lately.

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My friend, I'm glad to know that this short tale and reflection has been of some help to you. :)

Yeah, the struggle is real and patience one of the best antidotes. Too often we tend to ask a lot of ¿Whys? Why is this or that happening to us? And even when the answers we give to ourselves tend to sound a bit as consolation and resignation also way too often, the thing is that nature is wise and she certainly knows all about our evolution better.

As a popular saying tends to insinuate: "There is no evil that lasts 100 years and no bodhi that resists it"

Cheers!!

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