Folktale Story

I have been having this problem of coming up with new made up stories for my blog, nothing comes to mind, nothing inspiring so far. I figured that since I can’t come up with any tales I might as well update my blog by giving reasons on why I weren’t able to update.

I have to say that I feel a lot more stressed out than I was a few months back. I am not sure if what I am expressing has any truth in it, it could just be more excuse for not being more disciplined and productive. Though I like to think that I’ve been emotionally unhealthy and therefore, less productive. The need for some sort of escape also arises, an attempt to somewhat try to get myself on track. This could also be a mere excuse for wanting to indulge in some form of leisurely and fun activities. You hear yourself saying, ‘I need this.’

This story is not a made up one, at least not by me, I heard this a long time ago and I just happen to remember it, anyways, without further ado.

In an ancient time where people weren’t very much different than the people today, there lived two brothers. They lived in a double storey house, in which the upper part belonged to one and the lower to the other. The elder one which had the upper part of the house was a very pious man and had been meditating for as long as one can remember. He was 50 years old and so was the younger brother.

The younger one however was the opposite of his brother and despite his age, still very inclined to material pleasures. A bad example of man, and also a bad influence to young learners who aspire to become less inclined to worldly pleasures.

One night, while the younger one was sleeping and the older one meditating, they both came to a realization. The older one came to the think that, all his life he was being so tedious and that he left out on the pleasures that life had to offer. He decided that he should enjoy life while he still could; he went down to meet his younger brother, to ask him to expose him to life’s pleasures.

On the other hand, his younger brother thought differently, he was thinking that he had been a bad human and he came to the realization that no matter how much he enjoyed himself, nothing lasted for long and no matter what, he wasn’t able to find inner peace. He thought about this for a while and decided that he should change his life. He decided to go upstairs and ask his brother to teach him and guide him.

Both of them overcome with joy with their new resolution and they ran to the stairs anxiously. As they were on the staircase and eager to meet each other, the brothers bumped into each other and fell down the stairs. The brothers died and the younger one went to heaven while the older one went to hell.