Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.
It's easy to hate, and it's difficult to love. That is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get.
In those far away dense Himalayan woods
not knowing each other, and in distant caves
dwelled these two ascetic and meditating dudes
wise men by beards, and by the way they behaved.
After many years of their solitary peace
one day by chance they ran into each other
so they sat in the shade of some very old trees
both excited and thrilled like finding a lost brother.
"What made you choose this loneliness and bore?"
wanted to know the one with shorter thinning hair.
"Well, I left people so that I could love them more".
said the other wise dude with a blind man's stare.
Then he rushed to explain after a sad, long sigh:
"When I was with them they just made me pissed
and I couldn't love them no matter how much I tried
so in order to be loved more -- they had to be missed."
The other kept nodding with a tear in his eye
and then he said with voice as if from grave:
I had a real hard time to say my 'Good-bye'
and harder to get used to the damn cave".
"So why did you leave, if you care to say?"
"Well, a village dude -- in a likeness of you
left to the mountains to find wisdom in cave
so my father kicked my ass with only one clue
not to come back before the other one would do."
Now the other dude, holy and wise as could be
spoke like a prophet who got sudden solemn call:
"Let us go back, you and I, to both be happy and free.
I miss hating people more than I am loving them at all."
And so they left.
The moral of the story: No wisdom will ever establish peace on earth, because people would painfully miss pissing each other off.
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