We often got so caught up with the fruits of the tree, thinking our happiness derives from the fruits; no able to see the seed is the reason of the fruits, the joy.
Always, we conveniently identify our happiness with our senses; but external fruits don't survive any longer than the limit of time. They get ripped and rotten.
But the seed, the unseeable, is the underlying joy. The seed of a tree, don't rot. With proper care, it grows and produce fruits. The seed outlive any fruits it bears, timelessly.
And each of us, has got this little seed planted inside us. Grow it.
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