Once, there was a man who loved peace and quiet. One day, he decided to row his small boat to the middle of a calm lake so he could sit in silence. He tied his boat to a rock, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, enjoying the stillness around him.
Hours passed, and the man was completely lost in his thoughts when, suddenly, he felt a bump against his boat. He didn’t open his eyes right away, but he could feel his anger rising. “Who would dare disturb my quiet time?” he thought, getting ready to shout at whoever was in the other boat.
When he finally opened his eyes, he was surprised to see that the boat bumping into his wasn’t being steered by anyone at all—it was empty! The wind had carried it across the lake, and it had floated right into his boat without anyone's doing.
At that moment, the man realized something important. The boat hadn’t made him angry. The anger was already inside him, just waiting for something to bring it out. From that day on, whenever he felt himself getting upset or irritated by someone, he would remind himself, "It’s just an empty boat." This helped him stay calm and peaceful, no matter what bumped into him.
One quiet afternoon, a man who loved peace and silence took his small boat out onto a calm lake. The water was as smooth as glass, and the only sounds were the soft rustling of trees and the gentle splashing of the waves.
He rowed to the middle of the lake, where no one could bother him. Then, he tied his boat to a rock, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Ahh… so quiet," he thought, feeling completely at peace.
Time passed, and the man sat still, enjoying the quiet. His mind drifted from one thought to another as he relaxed, feeling the warmth of the sun and the gentle movement of the boat.
But suddenly, bump! Something knocked into his boat.
His eyes stayed shut, but his face tightened with annoyance. "Who dares to disturb my quiet time?" he thought, feeling his anger rise. He was ready to scold whoever was in the other boat.
But when he finally opened his eyes, he was surprised. There was no one there! The boat that had bumped into his was completely empty. The wind had carried it across the lake, and it had floated right into him all on its own.
The man stared at the empty boat, and slowly, his anger faded away. "The boat didn’t make me angry," he realized. "The anger was already inside me, just waiting for something to wake it up."
From that day on, whenever something annoyed him, he would smile and remind himself, "It’s just an empty boat." And just like that, he learned to stay calm, no matter what bumped into him.
One day, a man goes to a lake. He takes a small boat. He wants to sit quietly. He rows his boat to the middle of the lake. The man closes his eyes. He is happy and calm.
After a long time, the man feels something hit his boat. He feels a little mad. He thinks, "Who is here? Why do they hit my boat?" He is ready to shout.
The man opens his eyes. He sees another boat. The boat is empty! It just floats on the water. The wind moves the boat.
The man thinks, "The boat does not make me mad. I make myself mad." He is calm again.
Now, when the man feels mad, he thinks, "It is just an empty boat." He stays calm and happy.
One quiet afternoon, a man who loved peace and silence took his small boat out onto a calm lake. The water was as smooth as glass, and the only sounds were the soft rustling of trees and the gentle splashing of the waves.
He rowed to the middle of the lake, where no one could bother him. Then, he tied his boat to a rock, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Ahh… so quiet," he thought, feeling completely at peace.
Time passed, and the man sat still, enjoying the quiet. His mind drifted from one thought to another as he relaxed, feeling the warmth of the sun and the gentle movement of the boat.
But suddenly, bump! Something knocked into his boat.
His eyes stayed shut, but his face tightened with annoyance. "Who dares to disturb my quiet time?" he thought, feeling his anger rise. He was ready to scold whoever was in the other boat.
But when he finally opened his eyes, he was surprised. There was no one there! The boat that had bumped into his was completely empty. The wind had carried it across the lake, and it had floated right into him all on its own.
The man stared at the empty boat, and slowly, his anger faded away. "The boat didn’t make me angry," he realized. "The anger was already inside me, just waiting for something to wake it up."
From that day on, whenever something annoyed him, he would smile and remind himself, "It’s just an empty boat." And just like that, he learned to stay calm, no matter what bumped into him.
Once upon a time, there was a man who absolutely loved peace and quiet. Like, if peace and quiet were a pie, he would have eaten the whole thing with a spoon, no hesitation. One day, he decided, “You know what would be perfect? A little boat ride on the calmest, quietest lake in existence.” So, off he went with his tiny boat, paddling to the middle of the lake, where not even a single fish was interested in chatting.
When he got to the perfect spot, he tied his boat to a rock. “Ahh, perfection!” he said, closing his eyes. He took a deep breath and let out a big, “Ommmm... or whatever sound makes me sound zen.” And there he sat, basking in the silence like it was his favorite cozy blanket.
Hours passed. He was lost in his thoughts, probably wondering, "Why are pizza slices triangle but the box is square?" or something equally deep, when—BOOM—his boat shook like a toddler jumping on a bouncy castle. "WHAT IN THE—" he thought, his face scrunching up like someone had just replaced his favorite snack with broccoli. "Who dares disturb my peaceful me-time?" His eyes were still closed, but boy, was he ready to shout at whoever had bumped into his boat. He was this close to giving them a piece of his mind, and maybe a piece of his leftover sandwich.
He slowly opened his eyes, fully expecting to see some joker in another boat. But when he looked... wait for it... the other boat was EMPTY! Yes, you heard right. Empty. Like, not a single soul inside. No captain, no rowers, not even a stowaway frog. It was just a boat, floating along like it had nowhere better to be.
The man blinked. “Really?” he said to the empty boat, “You’re just gonna float around, bumping into people like you own the place?” He looked around, half-expecting to see some wind, maybe a sneaky breeze giggling behind a tree. “Ohhh, I see. It’s the wind. Of course, it’s the wind. Always causing trouble, thinking it’s so cool, with its ‘woosh woosh.’” He rolled his eyes but then stopped.
And then it hit him. “Wait a minute... this boat didn’t make me angry. I was just sitting here, ready to be mad. It could’ve been anything—a twig, a wave, even an overly enthusiastic fish could’ve set me off!” He stared at the empty boat, now bobbing peacefully, as if it was saying, “Hey, man, don’t blame me. I’m just floating here.”
From that day on, whenever the man felt himself getting annoyed at something or someone, like when his neighbor’s dog barked at 6 a.m. or when someone cut in front of him in line for ice cream, he’d take a deep breath, look around, and mutter, “It’s just an empty boat.” Then he’d smile, shake it off, and maybe go get some pizza, still pondering that whole triangle-slice-square-box mystery.
Out on the lake, where the waters were still,
A man sought some peace, away from the thrill.
With eyes gently closed and the breeze in his hair,
He drifted in silence, without any care.
His small boat was tied to a rock firm and tight,
He breathed in the calm, the soft fading light.
Hours passed by, not a sound did he hear,
Just the whispers of water, quiet and clear.
But then came a thud, a tap on the side,
His calm was now shaken, his anger grew wide.
“Who dares to disturb my time all alone?”
He grumbled and readied a furious tone.
He opened his eyes, ready to scold,
But what he then saw made his anger turn cold.
No one was there, no boatman in sight,
The boat that had bumped was empty, light.
The wind had just carried it over the lake,
No person had meant his peace to break.
He paused and he thought, “What have I learned?
This anger inside, from where has it burned?”
It wasn’t the boat, no hand was to blame,
The storm was inside him, not in the lake’s frame.
From that moment on, when anger would grow,
He’d think of the boat, the lesson he'd know.
“It’s just an empty boat,” he’d quietly say,
And the storm in his heart would soften, away.
No longer disturbed by the world’s gentle nudge,
He floated in peace, with no need to judge.
Soft, crackling sound of leaves or trees.
Soft and kind, not rough or harsh.
Moved slowly without control or direction.
Became calm, comfortable, and without worry.
Feeling slightly angry or bothered by something.
To interrupt someone and stop their peace.
To speak angrily because of bad behavior.
Moved on water or air without sinking.
Slowly disappeared or became weaker.
To help someone remember something important.
In a way with no noise or sound.
The center part of something.
To sense something with your body or heart.
To say something very loudly.
To stay on top of water without sinking.
To go from one place to another place.
Feeling angry about something.
Air that moves around us outside.
Having nothing inside.
Feeling very good and smiling.
Soft, crackling sound of leaves or trees.
Soft and kind, not rough or harsh.
Moved slowly without control or direction.
Became calm, comfortable, and without worry.
Feeling slightly angry or bothered by something.
To interrupt someone and stop their peace.
To speak angrily because of bad behavior.
Moved on water or air without sinking.
Slowly disappeared or became weaker.
To help someone remember something important.
Where does the man go?
What does the man take with him?
Why does the man go to the middle of the lake?
What does the man feel when his boat is hit?
What does the man do when he feels mad now?
An ant works hard and saves food for the winter while the grasshopper plays and starves.
A thirsty crow cleverly drops pebbles into a pitcher, raising the water level to drink and quench its thirst.
A slow and steady tortoise wins a race against a boastful and overconfident hare.
A North Wind and a Sun compete to remove a traveler’s cloak, but the Sun wins with warmth.
A farmer teaches his quarreling sons the strength of unity using a bundle of sticks.
A king's elephant and a dog form a friendship, are suddenly separated, but they are reunited by the king and live happily.
A lion spared a mouse's life, later, the mouse rescued the lion from a trap.
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