HUMILITY

One day a young man came to his father. The son had practiced yoga asanas a lot. He was a fervent student. No one surpassed his enthusiasm in every class he attended. All gurus he met saw his potential and praised him.
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While his father was reading a newspaper in a rocking chair, the young man sat down to inform the great news.
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“Dad, guess what? I can now stand with my arms flawlessly straight, bend and twist my torso to the most extreme extent no one can perform, touch my chin with my big toes…”
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The son proudly exposes all of his abilities and achievements and shower of attention and praises he got from everyone he ran into thanks to his yoga skills.
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The young man stopped talking. His eyes were brimming with utmost pride. He wanted more admiration. This time, it was supposed to come from his own father’s lips.
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As he put down his newspaper, the father earnestly quipped, “So what?”
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Before the son had a slightest chance to protest the cold reaction from the person he wanted praise most in this world, the father said to his son, in a much lower tone,”How can that be of help for others? How can your skills of putting your legs behind your head make other people’s lives better? How can your effortless success of standing on your own crown of head give benefits to people in need around you? How can your Instagram photos that show you splitting your legs as wide as you desire be useful to the world? How can all the physical prowess you mentioned earlier make the world a better one? Even a bit.”
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The young man was stoned. Both of them were silenced. The son didn’t see this coming. The father was awaiting his son’s defensive answer. Yet, nothing came out of his mouth.
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“Teaching?” the son blinked, as if he were seeking approval.
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“Go teach them. You’ll show off a lot at first. But no problem. Time will teach you humility.” (*)

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