There was a Blacksmith once who complained: "I am not well, and my work is too warm. I want to be a stone on the mountain. There it must be cool, for the wind blows and the trees give a shade." A Famous Saint who had power over all things replied: "Go you, be a stone." And with in a second, he was a stone, high up on the mountain-side. It happened that a stone-cutter came that way for a stone, and when he saw the one that had been the blacksmith, he knew that it was what he sought, and he began to cut it. The stone cried out: "This hurts! I no longer want to be a stone. A stone-cutter I want to be. That would be pleasant." The Saint, humoring him, said, "Be a Stone cutter." Thus he became a stone-cutter, and as he went seeking suitable stone, he grew tired, and his feet were sore. He whimpered again, " I no longer want to cut stone. I would be the sun; that would be pleasant." The Saint commanded, " Be the sun." And he was the sun. But the sun was warmer than the blacksmith, than a stone, than a stone-cutter, and he complained again, "I do not like this. I would be the moon. It looks cool." The Saint spake yet again, "Be the moon." And he was the moon. "This is warmer than being the sun," murmured he, "for the light from the sun shines on me ever. I do not want to be the moon. I would be a smith again. That, verily, is the best life." But the Saint replied, " I am weary of your changing. You wanted to be the moon; the moon you are, and it you will remain forever."
Moral : A bird in hand is worth two in a bush. So It's better to keep what you have than to risk losing it by searching for something better.
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