Heart & Humour

Contentment is Bliss

          At the edge of a dense forest there lived a woodcutter in a small but well-kept little hut. Everyday he would cut wood for about an hour, sell whatever he had cut, and with the money so obtained satisfy his wants. Having done so he would consider his day’s work over and thereafter spend his time taking complete rest.

          This was the routine of the woodcutter. A foreigner happened to observe him, and he noticed that invariably, day after day, the same procedure was followed.

          One day, with the intention of giving him some advice, he approached him, seated himself comfortably, and having done with the formalities of introduction and small talk, he queried of the poor labourer: ‘Why is it, my dear fellow, you cut wood every day for just the space of an hour and then put a stop to your work? Why don’t you cut some more?’

          ‘What will I do cutting more wood?’ enquired the serene woodcutter.

          Why!’ replied the outsider. ‘If you cut more, you will have more wood to sell; which will mean that you will get more money.’

          ‘What will I do then?’

          ‘O then, you can buy yourself a wheel-barrow, so that you can load much more and push the whole thing to the city. There they will pay you a higher price, resulting in a lump sum of money for you.’

          ‘Then what?’ asked the villager.

          ‘You can collect all that money and get yourself a new truck, by which you will be able to transport very huge logs to other towns where wood is scarce. Think what a lot of cash that would mean.’

          ‘What would be my next move?’ enquired the woodcutter.

          ‘By then, you would be so fabulously rich that you could build a nice big house, and furnish it to your taste. Having become a big businessman and having amassed enough and more of wealth, you will be in a position to employ workers to do all the work for you.’

          ‘And then what do I do?’

          The foreigner, by now carried away by his own statements, replied in an expansive way, ‘O, why, you could relax, and relax, and enjoy life having nothing to do but to relax.’

          The woodcutter looked at him coolly and said, ‘What the devil am I doing now if not relaxing?’ He then continued. ‘My dear friend, “contentment is bliss”. I have achieved this here and now itself what you would have me achieve afterwards?’