stonemason«Once upon a time a stonemason paused to rest

from his hard work for a few minutes at the side

of an enormous rock. He saw a lord and his servants

pass underneath the shade of the trees


When the stonemason saw this rich lord with

all his luxuries and comfort, his work suddenly

felt much harder. ‘Oh, if only I were a rich man,’

he wondered, ‘I would be so happy!’ Suddenly a

voice answered from the mountain: ‘Your wish

shall become reality; a rich man you shall be!’

When the stonemason returned home, he found

a beautiful palace where his simple home had

stood. The poor man was overflowing with joy,

and before long his old life was completely forgotten.

One day, when he was walking in the

marketplace, he felt the sun burn on his face,

and he wished he was as mighty as the sun

itself. Immediately he became the sun.

As the sun, he felt all-powerful. His light shone

around the entire world and his rays beamed

on kings and cobblers alike. But before long,

a cloud moved in front of him and obscured

his light. ‘What is this?’ he wondered. ‘A cloud

is mightier than me! Oh, how I wish I were a


And a cloud he became. He blocked the sun’s

beams, and for weeks he poured rain until the

rivers overflowed their banks, and the crops of

rice stood in water. Towns and villages were

destroyed by the sheer power of the rain, but

he noticed that only the great rock on the mountainside

remained unmoved. ‘What is this?’ he

cried. ‘A rock is mightier than me! Oh how I

wish I were a rock.’

And the rock he became, and he gloried in the

power. Proudly he stood, and neither the heat

of the sun nor the force of rain could move him.

‘This is the best!’ he said to himself. But soon

he heard a strange noise at his feet, and when

he looked down he saw a stonemason breaking

him up, piece by piece. Then he cried in his

anger: ‘ Oh, if only I were a stonemason!’

In that instant, he became the stonemason

once again, and remained content as he was

for the rest of his life.» – unknown author