Since the miner had sacrificed everything to his Personal Legend, the old man decided to become involved.
He transformed himself into a stone that rolled up to the miner’s foot.
The miner, with all the anger and frustration of his five fruitless years, picked up the stone and threw it aside.
But he had thrown it with such force that it broke the stone it fell upon,
and there, embedded in the broken stone, was the most beautiful emerald in the world.
“People learn, early in their lives, what is their reason for being,” said the old man, with a certain bitterness.
Maybe that’s why they give up on it so early, too. But that’s the way it is.
The boy reminded the old man that he had said something about hidden treasure.
Treasure is uncovered by the force of flowing water, and it is buried by the same currents,” said the old man.
If you want to learn about your own treasure, you will have to give me one-tenth of your flock.
“What about one-tenth of my treasure?” The old man looked disappointed.
“If you start out by promising what you don’t even have yet, you’ll lose your desire to work toward getting it.”
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