寓言故事|God's Boxes

I have in my hands two boxes which God gave me to hold. He said, Put all your sarrows in the black box, and all your joys in the gold. I heeded^{1 his words, and in the two boxes both my joys and sarrows I stored.}

But though the gold became heavier each day, the black was as light as before. With curiosity, I opened the black: I wanted to find out why. And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole which my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused^{2, I wonder where my sarrows could be. He smiled a gentle smile and said, My child ,they're all here with me. I asked God, why he gave me the boxes, why the gold, and the black with the hole? My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings3; the black is for you to let go.}