The little monk sat on the floor crying with papers scattered all over the place.
"What's the matter?", the old monk asked.
"My writing of calligraphy is awful!", said the little monk.
The old monk picked up a few sheets and said,"The writing is not too bad. Why do you want to throw away and why do you cry?"
"I just don't think they're good. I'm a perfectionist. I cannot make any mistake.", he said in between sobs.
"The problem is that there is nobody who doesn't make mistake in this world. You want to be perfect in everything you do. With a little flaw you'll get angry and cry. Do you call this perfect?", said the old monk.
Friday, July 24, 2009
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