Here is a story that shows the quality and nature of determination, anyone requires for the successful manifestation of their intentions. Some people take determination to be demonstrated through logically acceptable approaches, investing everything on individual potentials. Those who believe that creation is a happening and what all they need to do is just expressing their determination, wins; because it is always the Nature that creates. Human role in creation is clearly defined as ‘right tools’.
The story is about an old man who lived in between two high mountains. On either sides of both the mountains lay big cities. The old man and his whole family had to walk many hours around the mountain to get to the market to sell vegetables and buy groceries, even though by crow fly measure the cities were very near to them. The old man gathered all the villagers living around him and discussed the matter; they finally decided to flatten the mountains. “Let us do everything we could so that there are direct routes to the cities.” The old man said. His wife, however, was not confident of the old man and she said, “You are not strong enough even to move a small basket of soil.” But he didn’t care. The villagers started dumping the soil and stones in the sea a few miles away. The old man had his three sons also working to move the mountain. A wise man living in the next village heard the story of the villagers and got amused.
He came to the village and saw them removing soil and small boulders. “How can you be so foolish?” asked the wise man to the old man. He continued, “You haven’t so far moved a cart load.” The Gods of the mountains also were hearing the wise man. They took a deep sigh believing that this wise man might discourage them. “My sons produce grandsons, grandsons grow and they also produce sons; while the village grows like that, the mountains do not grow at all. Then why should we stop moving the mountain?” The old man asked.
The mountain Gods listening in secret were shocked. They were sure that the villagers are determined enough to destroy them. That night the mountains decided to save themselves by moving northwards into the forest. The next morning, when the villagers woke up, they could see their village, just in between two big cities, separated by nothing but small pieces of land on either side.
