Learn to let the bad times wash away like sand and keep the good times etched in stone.

It’s a story about two friends traveling through the desert. During the trip, they got into an argument and one hit the other. Feeling hurt, the one who was struck quietly wrote in the sand: "Today my best friend hit me." They kept moving until they reached an oasis where they decided to go for a swim. While swimming, the one who had been hit nearly drowned, but his friend jumped in and saved him.

Once he recovered, he carved into a stone: "Today my best friend saved my life!" The friend who had hit him asked, "When I hit you, you wrote it in the sand, but now you're carving it in stone. Why?"

His friend replied, "When someone does us wrong, we should write it in the sand so the winds can blow it away, but when someone does something good, we should engrave it in stone so nothing can ever erase it!" Learn to let the wounds wash away with the sand, but keep the blessings etched in stone.

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I find this story so beautiful... and quite humbling...
It makes me think of my parents, my brother, my grandparents, my relatives, and my friends.....

What kind of things should we be etching in stone, and what should we let the wind sweep away from the sand?

How about you all?

For me, I'd carve these in stone:
The love my parents gave me, my teachers, my education, perseverance, patience....
And the friends who stay by my side, who love me, and whom I love in return...
That's just a start.

How about you guys?

What an incredible story. I honestly wish my brain worked that way. Unfortunately, I seem to have a knack for clinging to the bad stuff rather than the good, which has basically been my specialty for the last few years.
I’d give anything to hold onto the sweet moments from old relationships instead of just the bitterness left over after everything fell apart. Or to remember my grandmother when she was actually sharp, funny, and full of life, rather than how illness changed her into someone else... I'd even like to remember myself—to recall the version of me that loved being out and helping people, instead of just replaying these mindless, outdated arguments with people I don't even see anymore. 🙂

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Learn to let your wounds fade into the sand, while carving your joys into stone.

maybe it would sound better if it said:

Learn to write your sorrows in the sand, but engrave your happiness in stone.

it actually reminds me of my grandmother, Gabriella

she lived to be 92... she was so wise and I just loved her. A truly wonderful woman.

I heard this story recently, and it’s just beautiful. 🙂

In stone — the love of parents, grandparents, a younger brother, a dear friend... 🙂

Dad, thank you for everything you gave me—for all those incredible memories, from our trips to the coast and San Diego to exploring the Alps and Switzerland, and even our time in the USA... thank you for every beautiful moment. Mom, thank you for all the wonderful things you shared with me, for teaching me how to appreciate beauty, art, and music. Thank you! To both of my parents, thank you for everything... including the other stuff, the wounds left on my heart, and the harsh words you said to me. I forgive you, because you didn't know any other way; that was simply how you were raised and taught. Thank you for all the good times too.

That is such an incredible story 👍

I tend to embrace both the highs and the lows when it comes to my own journey, so I’m just letting life take its course.