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Healing Mind

There is a story about the Buddha, that I really like:


A man once came to see the Buddha to get help with his problems. He had heard that the Buddha was a great teacher, so he thought the Buddha might be able to help him solve his problems. He told the Buddha he was a farmer.


"I like farming", he said, "but sometimes it doesn't rain enough, and my crops fail. Sometimes it rains too much, so my yields aren't what I'd want them to be".


The Buddha patiently listened to the man.


He went on describing he had a good wife that he loved, but sometimes she nagged him too much so he would get upset, or tired of her.


The Buddha kept patiently listening.


He then described how he had good kids that he loved very much, but who sometimes would drive him crazy and disrespect him.


One after the other, the man laid out all his problems and his worries. Finally, he remained silent, and waited for the Buddha to speak the words that would have put everything right for him.


Instead, the Buddha said "I cannot help you".


The man was astonished.


"Everyone has problems", said the Buddha. "In fact, we all have 83 problems, each one of us. 83 problems, and there is nothing we can do about it. If we work hard and solve one of them, then a new one will immediately pop right into its place. For example, you will lose your loved ones one day, and eventually you will die. That's a problem, and there's nothing you or anyone else can do about it."


The man was furious. "I thought you were a great teacher!" he shouted. "I thought you could help me. What good is your teaching then?"


The Buddha said: "Maybe it will help you with the 84th problem".


"The 84th problem?" said the man. "What's the 84th problem?!"


"It's the fact that you don't want to have any problems", said the Buddha.


I love this short story. When I heard it the first time, it reminded me of my own life, of a story that I have experienced personally.


When I was 5 years old, I started having issues with my eyes. For about 5 months every year, around summer, my eyes were producing a sticky substance. It was very difficult to blink, because the natural lubricant that should have been between the eye and the eyelid had been replaced by this sticky substance. Normally, by early morning the white part of my eyes was already completely red. And I was in a tremendous pain for the whole day.