Two monks watched the wind ripple through a field of grass.
The younger monk asked, "Master, how can I find peace in such a troubled world?"
The elder monk pointed to a single blade of grass swaying in the breeze and said, "The grass does not ask how to grow, nor how to sway. It simply follows the wind."
The younger monk pondered this, then asked, "But what if the wind stops?"
The elder monk smiled and replied, "Then the grass still stands."
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