Master, since I left you and the monastery, I am unable to overcome my troubles, the student complained. It seems to me that everything is uphill. Everything comes much more difficult to me than to others. All the time against the wind, and this wind is also throwing sand in my eyes. I have logs under my feet all the time. You have told us to go out on your way of life, but I constantly stumble on it. Everything is conspiring against me. Maybe I should go back to the monastery? Maybe I'm not ready?
"I am very busy now," replied the master, "and I do not have much time to talk to you." I'm in a hurry because the time is right.
The master was visibly excited and was rushing around the room, picking up some bamboo sticks, rolling rolls of paper and rolling a ball of string.
- An appropriate time for what? The student asked.
"To fly a kite," replied the master with a smile. - A strong wind is blowing.
The student was surprised and disappointed. His master goes to play carefree, fly kites when he asks for help! What a nonsense and stupid thing, and it ignores me.
"Come with me," said the master. "It's a very wise and educational activity," he added, as if reading the student's thoughts, and gave him a huge ball of string to carry.
- Be careful, don't get confused and don't let go. - And he himself took bamboos, paper and some other elements that seemed useless to the student.
Reluctantly, the student followed him. They went up the hill. The master scattered the bamboo sticks and began tying them carefully in an order known only to himself. He put some parts into holes in the paper, he tied something, he tied something up. The student saw it as "black magic". He saw no purpose or sense in what the master was doing. For him, there was only a pile of sticks and paper on the ground all the time. The master tied the string, unfolded some of them, and placed this messy "pile" against the wind.
- Ready. Stand here, hold tight, and slowly unfold the ball.
The wind that actually blew this lifted the master's intricate structure into the air. The apprentice held the string and focused his full attention on not letting it out of his hand while the wind tugged violently.
- Look up! The master shouted.
The student looked and saw a magnificent colored paper bird with a long tail, soaring majestically against the backdrop of beautiful mountain peaks. The view was amazing.
- Always look up to the tops. People do not stumble over mountains but over molehills. - He smiled again.
Sometimes something seems pointless, useless, useless. You don't see that purpose. But then suddenly the right conditions come, and it all makes sense. Understand?
The student thought: "Maybe flying a kite is not exactly such a stupid activity?" The master's sharp voice broke him out of his thoughts.
- Why are you holding the string so tightly with you? Why are you imprisoning him? Let it grow. Develop!
The kite soared higher, higher and higher as the apprentice uncoiled the string. Only when it was very high did it present itself in all its glory. The student understood the meaning of this activity and was already sure that flying a kite could be the source of many interesting observations.
- Do you like it? The master asked.
"Yes, something fantastic," the student answered sincerely, staring at the sky.
- Do you know why kites soar so high? Because they face strong opposing winds!
"Chinese Fairy Tales, or 108 Stories of Strange Content" - Zbigniew Królicki