Two travelers were walking
through a long, dusty road.
The sun was harsh.
The path was endless.
The first traveler complained constantly.
“This road is terrible,” he said.
“My feet hurt.”
“There is no shade.”
“Why did we even start this journey?”
The second traveler stayed quiet.
He walked slowly,
watching the sky,
listening to birds,
breathing deeply.
After some time,
the first traveler grew angry.
“How can you stay silent?” he asked.
“Don’t you see how difficult this is?”
The second traveler smiled gently.
“I see it,” he replied.
“But I also see that we are walking.”
The road continued.
Hours passed.
Both men grew thirsty.
Their water bottles were empty.
Fear slowly replaced complaints.
“What if there is no water ahead?”
the first traveler whispered.
Just then,
they saw a small village in the distance.
At the center of the village
stood an old well.
The first traveler ran toward it,
desperate.
He drank quickly,
spilling water everywhere.
“This water should have been closer,”
he said angrily.
“We suffered too much.”
The second traveler drank slowly.
He closed his eyes.
Then he said,
“This water saved our journey.”
The first traveler looked confused.
“How can you be thankful?” he asked.
“We were exhausted.”
The second traveler replied calmly,
“Yes.
And still, we reached the well.”
They rested under a tree.
As evening came,
the road behind them looked different.
The dust was the same.
The sun was the same.
But their hearts were not.
One felt tired even after resting.
The other felt peaceful even after walking.
🌟 MORAL OF THE STORY
Life feels heavier
when we focus only on what is missing.
Gratitude doesn’t change the road—
it changes how we walk on it.
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