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The Three Laughing Monks

You don't stop laughing because you grow older. You grow older because you stop laughing.

Good morning people. I hope you are enjoying your 2022. Or that at least your this year is better than the previous one. If it isn't, my greatest sympathies are with you. Do you know that the bird in Twitter's symbol has a name? It's called Larry.

Today, I am going to tell you a story about 3 laughing monks. Their names aren't known to anyone. They always travelled together throughout China and did nothing but laugh. Ah! The dream life. To roam with your besties and do nothing but laugh. Now, these 3 dudes travelled from town to village to town and stood in the centre of its main square and started laughing. Soon, the people around them would gather and start laughing too. This happens. When someone laughs and their laugh is so contagious that it spreads to others as well. The 3 monks would stay in that village or town till almost everyone had laughed and then they'd move on to the next village. Laughter was their only prayer.

People had never known such spiritual teachers. They seemed to communicate that life should be taken only as an opportunity to laugh. Then one day, while being at a particular village in the northern province, one of them died. People were shocked and came running from afar. They, of course, thought that for the first time, they'll experience the 2 monks crying or at least sorrow. But, to their amazement, they were laughing. I present to you the typical "friends". People were shocked, even furious. When the monks were questioned for their behaviour, they replied, "Yesterday, on our way to your village, he proposed a bet on who will be the first to die. And now he won. That old rogue. He even had a testament prepared." And they started laughing even more hysterically.

Usually, according to tradition, before cremating a person, it was required to wash the person and change his clothes. But, in his testament, the monk refused to have that practice, since he had never been filthy for a day. He said that he had never allowed the filth of the world to reach him through his laughter. And hence, the old monk was cremated with no tears.

I like how these legends give us so beautiful insights. Laugh is too short to cry. Even at your friend's funeral.

And remember, we are freaks, we are fragile and life is not a problem to be solved but, a reality to be experienced.

Goodbye and see y'all next Sunday.

With loads of love,

Scarlett 😊


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