There was once a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all pictures, but there were only two he really liked and he had to choose between them.
One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all-round it. Overhead was a blue sky with flabby white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace.
The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fall and in which lightening played. On one side of the mountain tumbled the mighty waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.
But when the king looks closely, peace of behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sad the mother bird in here nests in perfect peace.
The king chooses the second picture.”Because “explained the king, “Peace does not means to be in a where there is no noice, trouble or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart.”
That is the real meaning of peace.
HARSHIT H,
STUDENT, APSDK
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