There was once a saint who lived up there, in the mountains. To meditate. And think positive thoughts.
In the hut, just opposite to his, used to live a prostitute. Every day, she used to look at the saint and be inspired – as to this is how I should be living my life – filled with positivity, and thinking of God.
Meanwhile, the saint used to look at the prostitute’s house, and think about how she is ruining her life, how her life is terrible, and how he would never want a life like that.
Several years later, they both died.
Up in the clouds, it was decided that the prostitute will go to heaven and the saint will go to hell.
“Why, I was meditating whole day?” rebelled the saint.
Here’s what the administrators up there told them:
It is not what you do, it is what you are thinking about whole day, that makes the difference. While you were busy mocking the prostitute in your mind, she was busy idealising a meditative lifestyle.
It turns out, our thoughts actually run or ruin the world.