The Lazy Dreamer

Once in a quiet village, there lived a poor Brahmin. He was wise and well-read, but he didn’t like to work. Every day, he lived on whatever food the villagers gave him out of kindness.

One morning, as usual, the Brahmin woke up, finished his daily prayers, and went out to ask for alms. The villagers gave him various things—some gave rice, others gave lentils or vegetables. One kind woman gave him a big bag of flour.

"How lucky I am today!" thought the Brahmin. "This much flour will last me a long time."

He went home, cooked a simple meal, and hung the rest of the flour in a clay pot from a hook above his bed. “This way, the rats won’t get to it,” he said, feeling proud. Then he lay down for a nap.

As he rested, his mind started to wander. "I’ll keep the flour until there’s a famine. Then I’ll sell it for a high price. With that money, I’ll buy two goats. Soon, the goats will have babies and I’ll have a whole herd. I’ll sell milk and make even more money. Then I’ll buy a cow and a bull. I’ll become rich with a big herd of cows!"

His thoughts continued. "With all that wealth, I’ll build a big house. I’ll marry a beautiful woman, and we’ll have a son. He’ll start crawling around the house, getting into trouble. I’ll call out to my wife to watch him, but she won’t listen. I’ll get so angry that I’ll kick her like this—"

Suddenly, the Brahmin flung out his leg in anger. His foot hit the pot of flour above his bed. The pot broke and the flour spilled all over the dirty floor.

The Brahmin sat up and looked at the mess. His dreams had disappeared in an instant. He realized how foolish he had been, dreaming instead of doing.

From that day on, the Brahmin changed his ways. He started working hard and used his wisdom to earn an honest living.

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