From the author: Hello, friends) I'm glad you came to read my note. I hope you find it interesting. And I am very interested in receiving feedback from you. I keep writing, writing somewhere in space... but I really want to know: maybe in vain? The woman asked the sorceress: - Why often, making every effort, I persistently, overcoming all obstacles, walked towards the goal, and, having achieved it, I felt only emptiness? Even the praise of others and the thought that I had overcome all the challenges did not give me joy. “Okay,” the mentor said, you will get your answer. Just first bring two buckets of life-giving water for our garden from the Blue Lake, which is behind the swamp. The path there is not close, you will only return in the evening. In the meantime, I will begin creating joy for you. With the last, dying rays of the sun, the woman returned to the witch’s house. She was all covered in dust, her feet were covered in swamp mud, there were leaves in her hair, and fatigue in her eyes. With a crash, she put the half-empty buckets on the floor and sat down on a bench by the door. The woman caught her breath and asked if her joy was ready. “What are you, dear, your joy has only been planted in the ground.” Tomorrow we will raise it. And when you eat the fruit depends only on you. You go to bed, I’ll wake you up at dawn. In the morning, as soon as the crown of the Sun King appeared, the witch woke up the woman and called her into the garden. And in that wonderful garden, there were beads of dew on every leaf of the trees, on every blade of grass. The first rays of the sun touched each drop in turn, and it flashed with a fan of multi-colored highlights. Gradually, the entire garden was filled with a rainbow glow, and with each new spark of light, it was as if beautiful music was appearing louder and louder. And she filled both space and soul. The sorceress, touching the woman’s hand, pointed to a tiny bright green sprout decorated with a necklace of dew. “This is your joy, which sprouted yesterday when you went for water.” In the garden of every life, in the ground, there are many seeds. And those you care about sprout. Yesterday you said that you need joy, and the seed woke up. I went for water, was not lazy, and so it grew and made its way through the ground. At night you slept and your sprout rested, everyone needs rest. When you walked through the water yesterday, what did you see? - ... I saw a swamp, mud there, mud. The path is narrow, winding, branches cling to your hair. The shores of the lake are muddy, sticky, you can’t approach... It’s hard. - It’s hard, it’s hard, but the only weight that fell on your shoulders was because you kept looking down at the ground and thinking pitiful thoughts. And with every step, that weight pressed you to the ground more and more. And the sprout kept looking up, reaching towards the sun. Look around! Every sprout, even on a cloudy day, reaches up towards the sun. And no matter what the last day was, every morning nature sings a hymn to the sun, gratefully accepting the light with every leaf. Not a single sprout complains that its place in the garden of life does not suit it. And each plant bears fruit in its own time and of its own quality, without competing over who is sweeter. And they have only one goal - to enjoy every sip of life! And what you people call “problems” are just tasks. Sprout, take root, strengthen, bloom, bear fruit. - Can I take this sprout with me? - Why, honey? This whole garden is yours …