3 short stories that change the outlook on life

Despite its apparent simplicity, the history of the famous Argentine psychotherapist Jorge Bukaya store a fundamental wisdom. The light and intriguing form he manages to convey to the reader the truth, well help you understand yourself and others. We wish you a pleasant reading.

Illusion

There was a thick and ugly peasant who fell in love (and why not?)

a beautiful blonde princess.

One day the princess - who knows why -

He kissed thick and ugly peasant.

And he turned as if by magic

in a slim and handsome prince.

(At least, so it seemed).

(At least, so it felt).

The sadness and fury

In an enchanted kingdom where no man has gone before, or maybe the other way around, where people are travelers, not noticing ...

In the fairy kingdom, where the unreal becomes real, it was a beautiful pond.

Or rather, a lagoon with crystal clear water in which fish swam all sorts of colors and shimmers all shades of green.

Sadness and Anger came to this fantastic pond to swim together. Both took off his clothes and, naked, into the water. Fury, as usual, I was in a hurry (as it always happens), quickly bathed and even faster out of the water.

But rage is blind, or at least see what is happening indistinctly. So she hastily put on the dress, which was closer.

A dress was not her, and sadness.

And dressed in attire Sadness Anger gone.

Calm, serene as always, Sadness finished bathing and without any haste - or, more precisely, without giving itself the report in that time passes - slowly and lazily walked out of the pond.

On the shore, she discovered that her clothes do not.

And, as we all know, the most Sadness does not like to be naked. So she put on the dress that I found the pond: Dress of Fury.

They say that since you can often see the rage - the blind, cruel, angry and terrible. But if you look closely at it, you will notice that the anger that we see just a mask of rage and under the dress hides sadness.

Awareness

I get up in the morning. I leave the house. The asphalt - An open hatch. I see it and fall back.

The next day I go out of the house, forgetting that in the asphalt - the open hatch, and again to fall.

On the third day I go home and try to remember that in the asphalt - the open hatch. However, I recall this again falling. On the fourth day, I go home and try to remember that in the asphalt - the open hatch. I think about it, but do not notice the well and fall.

On the fifth day I go out of the house. I remember that you need to pay attention to the door, and walk, staring down. I see the door, but in spite of everything again fall back.

On the sixth day I leave the house. Remembering about the hatch on the pavement, looking for his eyes, I see the door, trying to jump through it, but once again fall.

On the seventh day I leave the house. I see the door, run up, jump-toed shoes of the opposite edge, but this is not enough, and I am broken in this hole.

On the eighth day I leave the house. I see the door, run up, jump, I jump! I am so proud to have overcome this obstacle that joy jump start ... Then again I fall into the well.

On the ninth day I leave home, I can see the door, run up, jump over him and continued on his way.

On the tenth day, namely - Today, I realize that it is more convenient to go ...

on the opposite sidewalk.