His friend, seen abashed. But, trying to be tough. Then they are put in order his equipment and continue the journey. After through the desert, they see there is oasis afar. "We safe", exclaim one of them. "See there is water there"
By the rest of energy, they run to that oasis. Fact, non mirage. Really a pool. Even small but its water a lot. Both immediately drink much and fill the basin water.
At the same time rest, first adventurer release the knife grasp and chisel above stone "We get the bliss. We can continue the journey because finding this place".
Second adventurer surprise. "Why now you write above stone, whereas mentioned, you write in sand?". First adventurer gives a smile. "Our moment get the adversity, write all that in sand. Let the wind bring it far from our memory. Let that note lose with disseminating it integrity sand. Let altogether vanish and annihilate. But, remember our moment when get the bliss. Chisel that dignity in stone so that remain to be recalled and make the happier us. Write the beautiful memory in hard stones, so cannot vanish. Let that bliss note [is] immanent. Let on file altogether.
Both are staring at each other and give a smile. Stock drink have been got, rest is enough, nowadays a moment to continue the journey. Both of adventurer step lightly.
Friend…
Sorrow and bliss always arrive. Coloring this length live. Both always in our memory. But, Is there any of us behave like mentioned adventurer capable to write down every sorrow in sand so that integrity wind bring it go? Is there any of us represent an obstinate so capable to extricate every adversity?
Friend…
Try to always remember every kindliness and bliss which we have. Keep all that in our sturdy heart so that there's nothing able to vanish it. Write the happy memory so that nothing sorrow wind capable to wipe out. Those ways we will always optimism in experiencing this length life.
Taken from SAKSI magazine.

That young man starts to run irregular. His movement is progressively wild.
Several hours later not yet marking that young man will desist. No butterfly can catch. That young man starts fatigue. His breath hunt, his chest makes a move to fluctuate swiftly. Suddenly there is screamingly “Stop young man. Take a rest. In reality the old man screaming. He walks slowly. But see! There is a group of butterfly flown on his both sides. Some perch on that old body.
Is that your method to pursue the bliss? Run and dash against? Bumping indefinite instruct, infiltrating without caring what you destroyed?” Old man stares at that young man “My Son, searching that bliss like catching butterfly. More and more you dashed against, more and more he will refrain from you. More and more you hunt, more and more to he go from you."
Catch that butterfly in your heart. Because that bliss non object which you can grasp or something which you can keep. Look for that bliss at heart. He will not run everywhere. Even without you realize that bliss often come by him.
Friend…
Truth look for the bliss like catch the butterfly. Difficult for the man who too impassioned. But easy for they who know why searching the bliss. We can pursue it by running boisterous to entire direction angle.
But, we learn. We learn the bliss is not got by the way like that. We learn, that happy is not something that can be grasped or object which can be kept. The bliss is air. Bliss is aroma from that air. We learn, that’s happy is true there is in heart. More and more we pursue it, more and more too the bliss will go from us. More and more we try to reach for it, that bliss more and more go away.
Friend…
Try to find that bliss in heart. Let, that feels everlasting in our heart. Find that bliss in every our step. In working, in learning, in experiencing our life, in sorrowful, in happy, in quiet and in noise...
The bliss there is in everywhere. That feels there is around us. Even though, bliss there is in our heart, but we never care. Possible, bliss also flies around us, but we never enjoy.
Taken from “Saksi” Megazine.