Being happy seemed like an unconsciousness

The wise.

They say that, in an ancient kingdom, lived a man who was known everywhere for his great wisdom.  At first, he only advised his close family and friends.  However, his fame grew so much that the sovereign himself called him frequently to consult him.

Every day many people came to receive his wise advice.  However, the sage noted that there were several who went every week.  The worst thing is that they always told him the same problems and then listened to the same advice, but they did not put it into practice.  Everything had become a vicious circle.

One day, the wise man gathered all those frequent consultants.  Then he told them such a funny joke that it made almost everyone laugh.  Then he waited a while and recounted the same joke.  He kept counting it for three hours.  In the end, everyone was desperate.  Then the sage said to them: "Why can't they laugh several times at the same joke, but they can cry a thousand times for the same problem."

The two friends

The second of our moral stories tells us that on one occasion, two great friends decided to make a journey through the desert.  One trusted the other blindly and they felt that there would be no better company.  However, when they were tired they had disagreements in their opinions.

From disagreement they went on to a discussion and from this to a heated debate.  The situation reached such an extreme that at one point, one of the friends hit the other.  He immediately realized his mistake and asked for forgiveness.  Then the one who had been hit wrote on the sand: "My best friend hit me."

They continued on their way and later found a strange oasis.  They had not yet entered it, when the ground began to move.  The friend who had been beaten began to sink.  It was a kind of swamp.  As best he could, his friend stretched out, risking his life, and rescued him.

It was then that the boy who had first been hit and then rescued wrote on a stone: "My best friend saved my life."  The other looked at him curiously, so he explained: “Among friends, offenses are only written so that they can be carried away by the wind.  Instead the favors are marked deeply, so that they are never forgotten ”.