I thought this was a really nice story.
I constantly find myself searching for something…something that will complete a certain level of emptiness inside of me. Perhaps that’s why I enjoy exploring new places so much… However, everyday I learn more and more that what I’m searching for, I will not find anywhere outside of myself. Everything I look for, is already inside of me, waiting to be re-discovered.
“A famous Sufi mystic, Rabiya, was searching for something on the street outsider her small hut. The sun was setting and darkness was descending, as few people gathered around her. “What have you lost? What are you searching for? Perhaps we can help,” they said to Rabiya.
Rabiya said, “I have lost my needle.”
One amongst the people said, “Well, the sun is setting now and it will be very difficult to find the needle. Where has it fallen? That’ll help us narrow down the area on this big road…
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