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From Wendy in Chicago…
At a monastery on the top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere, a new and quite young monk was being given his first tour and indoctrination. As the senior monk was showing the new man around, he explained the rules.
“We all take a vow of silence here. As a result, you will only be allowed to say two words every ten years. This will give you time to contemplate the meaning of life.”
“Do you understand?” said the senior monk.
“Certainly.” replied the younger monk. And with that, his first ten years of silence began.
At the end of ten years, the younger monk was brought into the office of the senior monk.
“Are you ready to say your two words? Have you chosen them carefully?” asked the senior monk.
The younger monk nodded and said, “Food… Bad…”
The senior monk nodded in agreement and said that he would address the issue.
With that, the silence began again.
After ten more years, the younger monk – now in his middle aged years – was once again brought into the office of the senior monk, who was now showing signs of aging as well.
“Are you ready to say your two words? Have you again chosen carefully?” asked the senior monk.
The middle aged monk nodded and said, “Bed… Hard…”
The older senior monk nodded and again said that he would address the issue.
With that, ten more years of silence began again.
At the end of that ten years, the now aging monk was brought into the office of the elderly senior monk.
“Are you again ready to say your two words? Have you once again chosen wisely?” asked the senior monk.
The silent monk once again nodded and said, “I quit!”
The elderly senior monk replied, “Well I am glad. You’ve done nothing but complain the entire time you’ve been here.”