Once a grief-stricken man sat by a gravestone, crying bitterly and hitting his head against it.
“My life! Oh, how senseless it is. My body is a worthless carcass now that you have gone. If
only you had lived! If only fate had not been so cruel! If only you hadn’t left, how different
my life would have been!”
A clergyman nearby overheard him and said, “I assume the person lying beneath this
mound of earth was someone of great importance to you?”
“Importance? Yes, indeed!” wept the man, wailing even louder. “It was my wife’s first
husband!”
So, the quality of your life is always decided by how you experience life, not by what life
offers you.
“My life! Oh, how senseless it is. My body is a worthless carcass now that you have gone. If
only you had lived! If only fate had not been so cruel! If only you hadn’t left, how different
my life would have been!”
A clergyman nearby overheard him and said, “I assume the person lying beneath this
mound of earth was someone of great importance to you?”
“Importance? Yes, indeed!” wept the man, wailing even louder. “It was my wife’s first
husband!”
So, the quality of your life is always decided by how you experience life, not by what life
offers you.