Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled among the undulating Rolling Hills, a young man named Hiro dwelled. Hiro was renowned in the village for his mind. It was sharp, but akin to a tempestuous sea. His thoughts constantly churned, analyzing and fretting over the past and the future. His mind resembled a cluttered attic, lacking tranquility.
One fateful day, whispers reached Hiro’s ears of a revered Zen master dwelling atop a distant Mountain. Legend had it that this master possessed the elusive secret to uncover inner peace and serenity. Intrigued, Hiro resolved to embark on a journey in search of the Zen master’s wisdom.
After enduring days of arduous travel, Hiro finally ascended to the pinnacle of the mountain. There, he beheld the Zen master, seated with closed eyes, immersed in deep meditation. As Hiro approached, he bowed with utmost reverence.
“Master,” Hiro spoke with earnestness, “I have ventured here to seek your guidance. My mind is restless, and my soul longs for inner peace. Can you teach me the art of emptying my troubled mind?”
With a serene countenance, the Zen master opened his eyes and fixed his gaze upon Hiro.
“Empty your mind, you say? Very well, I shall instruct you,” he replied.
