Here is something I wanted to share to the people that are following me on my blog. I studied the martial arts for over 30 years and I want to share this story. My master was so special to me in the ways that I can’t even begin to tell you. He saved me when I was growing up in some pretty rough times. But I will share that story sometime down the road with you. But here is a story that makes me think about what he would say. Enjoy this short story. I will have more to say about this after you read this.
“Taken! Save me!” Takezo cry for help was loud and plaintive. The branch began to tremble, as though it, as though the whole tree, were weeping. “I want to be a better person. I realize now how important it is, what a privilege it is to be born human. I’m almost dead, but I understand what it means to be alive. And now that I know, my whole life will consist of being tied to this tree! I can’t undo what I’ve done.”
“Your finally coming to your senses. For the first time in your life, your talking like a human being.”
“I don’t want to die,” Takezo cried. “I want to live. I want to go out, try again, do everything right this time.” His body convulsed with his sobbing. “Takuan… please! Help me… help me!”
The monk shook his head. “Sorry Takezo. It is out of my hands. It’s the law of nature. You can’t do things over again. That’s life. Everything in it is for keeps. Everything! You can’t put your head back after the enemy’s cut it off. That’s the way it is. Of coarse, I feel sorry for you, but I can’t undo the rope, because it wasn’t me who tied it. It was you. All I can do is give you some advice. Face death bravely and quietly. Say a prayer and hope someone bothers to listen. And for the sake of your ancestors, Takezo, have the decency to die with a peaceful look on your face!”
The clatter of Takuan’s sandals faded into the distance. He was gone, and Takezo cried out no more. Following the spirit of the monk’s advice, he shut the eyes that had just experienced a great awakening and forgot everything. He forgot about living and about dying, and under the myriad tiny starts lay perfectly still as the night breeze sighed through the tree. He was cold, very cold.
I think the best part of this story was, “of coarse I feel sorry for you, but I can’t undo the rope, because it wasn’t me that tied it, It was you.”
Nothing more powerful then a great story from time to time from some of the wisest people on the planet. With this said have a great day or evening and remember to always take care of yourself before you can take care of others….