An aging Indian sage grew tired of listening to his apprentice complain.
One morning, he sent him for some salt. When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it.
"How does it taste?" asked the master. "Bitter" said the apprentice and spit it out.
The master chuckled and then asked the young man to take the same handful of salt and put it into the nearby lake. Once the apprentice swirled his handful of salt in the water, the old man said, "Now drink from the lake. How does it taste?" Puzzled but curious, the apprentice responded, "Fresh".
At this, the master said, "The pain of life is pure salt. No more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. But the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container in which we put the pain. Stop being a glass. Become a lake!
My glass is a salt-filled chalice this morning. My Mom is in the hospital with her congestive heart failure worsening. The build-up of fluid is winning the constant battle and I am 1,300 miles away. The usual argument with myself is, do I fly there right away, do I wait.