On the bliss of ignorance

Consider the little man who everyday plucked apples from his tree and lived a mostly contented life; but who one day discovered that in the neighboring village, there strode about much taller people, who without tipping their feet, were able reach the apples that hang on the highest branch, redder, sweeter, juicier apples. Where once he was glad that he could even reach the apples, now he is envious and unhappy, and grows to detest his littleness – “why has nature bestowed me this terrible lot?” Alas, had we only a blindness to the greater fortune of others, we could continue to pluck our apples quite carefreely; ever in happiness.


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