A vagabond stumbled along a monastery deeply nestled in the countryside. He knocked at the iron gate and was warmly greeted by the porter. Together they sat on a cold wooden bench overlooking the lake. While the monk pulled a small loaf of bread from his deep habit pocket to give to him, the stranger asked: “What do you monks do all day long?” The porter gently replied: “We miss the mark, we fall, get up and fail again and start all over tomorrow.” —said a monk friend of mine.
It seems we cannot know ourselves without first noticing our faults. Then begins the path of self-knowledge, inner freedom and learning to depend on the mercy of God.
May self knowledge be your constant companion in life.
“Sacrifice is the salt of the society.” –Mother Teresa