??????Every Accomplishment Starts with the Decision to Try??™??™

December 18, 2016 General Studies

??????Every accomplishment starts with the decision to try??™??™
The sun rose up among the stars; its rays reached out for miles around; streaking across the verdant fields of the east. All the way to the temple of Attal??™Narzan. The light illuminated the breath-taking garden; filled with vibrant colours of different flowers creating an exquisite scenery; the smell of fresh lavender, sage, rosemary; mixed together to create such an immense aura, that could be scented for miles around; and the noise of the bee??™s humming in harmony. It was as if tranquillity was descending upon the temple.
Pedro realised that the room was too quite for his liking. Meditation for him (or the ?????™art of meditation??™??™ as master Zanshi put it) was something beyond the capability of his mind. He just couldn??™t see the point of being in a life less room (literally speaking) contemplating on matters beyond human understanding. So it was no apparent coincidence that he lost concentration as soon as he saw the small bee swarming outside the window. And the timing couldn??™t have been worse. At exactly the same moment, master Zanshi had just diverted his attention to him. Pedro already knew what was coming; he quickly covered his ears.
??????PEDRO MATTA.??™??™ The sudden scream echoed through the whole temple. Silence. Pedro looked around him. All his classmates continued their meditation as if nothing had happened. Pedro heaved himself and walked slowly to Master Zanshi??™s desk (for what felt like the hundredth time).
??????Well, well, well. Mr Matta. It seems you have set a new personal record. Fourteen minutes and thirty-one seconds of meditating. Out of a possible three hours. Explain yourself.??™??™ Pedro looked down. He couldn??™t look at master Zanshi in the eyes; this always sent a chilly vibe through him.
??????There was a bee outside, master. It wasn??™t my fault that it couldn??™t stop looking at me…??™??™
??????What a complete and utter nonsense. Every single day is the same. When will you learn, Pedro??™??™
??????No buts. You shall now go to the tree of manners- lets see if this knocks some sense into you. I will send someone to collect you before lunchtime. After lunch, you shall join the rest of the class for afternoon meditation and complete your two hours forty-six you have missed now.??™??™ He paused for a minute, looked around the room and clicked his fingers. ??????Mr Jaing, take young Matta to the tree of manners.??™??™
As Pedro was led down to the temple??™s garden, he pondered over what the tree of manners was. It can??™t possibly_ be something harder than what I??™ve already gone through_, he thought to himself. He reminisced about his previous punishments: a whole day of hard labour as he cleaned the temple from top to bottom; being lashed by the elders; starved for half a day; and locked in the room of silence just the previous day. All these punishments had worked to no apparent cause. Jaing came to a halt before Pedro.
??????Well. Here we are. The tree of manners.??™??™ Pedro gazed up at the towering tree; its shadow extended for miles around; its branches twisted and turned vehemently.
??????If you would kindly suspend yourself from…hm…Let??™s say this branch.??™??™ Jaing pointed to a low branch near them. Maybe I was right about this punishment not being bad after all, Pedro thought. He jumped up and suspended himself upside from the branch, with his legs. Jaing smiled.
??????At least you have some common sense to climb a tree. Well done. Now, let??™s see if you can hang on until lunchtime. Enjoy yourself…trying not to fall down!??™??™ with a bitter laugh, he walked off.
After a while, Pedro??™s veins became tense; blood rushed down to his head instantly. His eyes, for some bizarre reason, became fixed downwards, as thoughts of falling down lurked in his mind. He could just about imagine it; falling down, smashing his head, possibly having a brain damage for life. No, this cannot happen, he told himself. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind, Pedro decided that he would find something to distract himself with. Looking around, his eyes fell upon a piece of paper. Within touching distance, of course. He stretched his arms, careful to steady himself. His fingers lightly brushed against the piece of paper. He stretched a couple of more inches, edging closer. He grasped the paper in his small, frenzy hand. Suddenly Pedro??™s legs gave way, and he lost his balance. He went tumbling down to the ground; the impact sent a wave of vibration through the garden. Inhaling dust, Pedro started to cough. His whole body felt numb.
??????Pedro, Pedro, Pedro. How many times do I have to tell you that ??????you never learn??™??™ looking up slowly, Pedro saw master Zanshi standing over him, concern etched on his face.
??????Well I think you seemed to have learnt your lesson. You can go to lunch, only on the condition that you promise to try your best at afternoon meditation today. I know it seems hard, being contained in what is now called a ??????lifeless room,??™??™ but you have to at least try. A wise man once told me, ??????You cant always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need.??? Pedro scrambled to his feet.
??????I promise, master.??™??™ He looked down shyly.
??????Good boy. I??™m sure you??™ve got plenty of intelligence. You just have to let your inner sense??™s come alive.??™??™ Saying this he patted Pedro on the shoulder lightly and walked off. Pedro waited until he was out of sight and then opened up the parchment. It said:


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