There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content.
One day a wise man came to him and told him about the gloryof diamonds and the power that goes along with them. Thewise man said, "If you had a diamond the size of your thumb,you could have your own city. If you had a diamond the sizeof your fist, you could probably own your own country." Andthen he went away.
That night the farmer couldnt sleep.He was unhappy and he was discontent. He was unhappy because he was discontentand discontent because he was unhappy.
The next morning he made arrangements to selloff his farm, took care of his family and went insearch of diamonds.
He looked all over Africa and couldnt find any.He looked all throughEurope and couldntfind any. When he got to Spain, he was emotionally, physically and financially broke.
He got so disheartened that hethrew himself into the BarcelonaRiver and committed suicide.
The person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm.Across the stream, the rays of themorning sun hit a stone and made itsparkle like a rainbow.He thought it would look good on themantle piece. He picked up the stone andput it in the living room.
That afternoon the wiseman came and saw thestone sparkling. He asked,"Is Hafiz back?" The newowner said, "No, why doyou ask?" The wise mansaid, "Because that is adiamond. I recognize onewhen I see one." The mansaid, no, thats just a stone Ipicked up from the stream.Come, Ill show you.
T There are many more." Theywent and picked some samples and sent them for analysis.Sure enough, the stones were diamonds. They found that thefarm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds.
The grass on theother side always looks greener.
When people dontknow how to recognize opportunity,they complain of noise when it knocks.