On a clear sunny morning in the central square of a small town, life, as always, went on as usual. Merchants stood behind colorful multi-colored stalls, trying by any means to attract the attention of customers passing by, little children played by the fountain, enjoying the carelessness of summer days, couples in love sat on bizarre wrought-iron benches, street performers filled the still cool morning air with their sonorous laughter and funny songs.<\/p>\n
Not far from the fountain stood an inconspicuous-looking gray-haired old man with a camera in his hands. He often appeared in the city square, photographed random passers-by and quietly disappeared. It happened that the old man spoke to someone… However, no one knew exactly who he was and where he came from.<\/p>\n
On this summer morning, out of nowhere, as usual, the city photographer reappeared on the square with his camera. He looked with interest to the smallest detail familiar to him place, as if seeing him for the first time. He seemed to be waiting for the right moment for the perfect shot.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, a particle of excitement intervened in all this measured action. From the side of one of the streets adjacent to the square, rounding the colorful stalls, a young guy quickly ran out to the fountain. From his appearance alone, it could be concluded that the young man was very worried about something. He kept rushing from side to side, as if convulsively going over the options for possible actions in his head.<\/p>\n
At the sight of a young guy, the photographer immediately perked up and, obviously with a pleased look, after taking the first picture, said:
“That’s what we captured.”<\/p>\n
The guy, noticing an old man with a camera who was watching him closely, also quickly approached the photographer with the words:
\u201cWhat did you do it for? Look! After all, children are playing nearby and couples in love are cooing. There are so many subjects for a good photo around… But you chose my anxiety.\u201d<\/p>\n
To which the photographer replied: \u201cAmazing! And have you noticed the splendor that reigns around?! But life goes on despite all your hardships, right? I don’t know the reason for your concern…. But I know for sure that good advice will not hurt you now. I see you’re a good guy, so I’ll help you. I will share with you my recipe for happiness.<\/p>\n
For my today’s photo, I chose you for a reason. I noticed that people tend to run away from difficulties. They usually fix in memory, as in photographs, only the happiest moments of their lives. However, it is from mistakes that we learn, and difficulties make us stronger. You must always remember this. Strive for happiness, but with dignity and calmness meet all life’s obstacles, never losing sight of them. With these words, the old man gave the photo to the guy.<\/p>\n
The young man tilted his head, carefully examined the photograph. When he raised his head, the photographer was no longer there. The guy looked around – the old man and the trace caught a cold. Then the young man in an undertone clearly said: “Thank you.” And, having already calmed down, he went about his business, firmly holding in his hands the very picture given to him as a keepsake by the city photographer.<\/p>\n
(author of the parable: Alena Kazakova)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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