We all desire to be something else, which leaves us asking all the time: Am I good enough? What then is good enough? When are we good enough?
Once upon a time there lived a stone cutter, in a small village. All day long he worked hard, cutting the hard stones and making the shape which were needed by his customers. His hands were hard, and his clothes were dirty.
One day, he went out to work on a big stone. It was very hard to cut, and the sun was very hot. After spending several hours cutting the stone, he sat down in the shade and soon fell asleep.
After sometime, he heard the sound of somebody coming. Waking up, he saw a long procession of people. There were many soldiers and attendants, and in the middle, a palanquin, carried by strong people at the king.
How wonderful it must be to be the great king, thought the stone cutter. How happy I would be if I were the king instead of a poor stone cutter.
As he said these words, a strange thing happened. The stone cutter found himself dressed in silk clothes and shining jewels. His hands were soft, and he was sitting in a comfortable palanquin.
He looked through the curtains and thought, how easy it is to be a king, these people are here to serve me.
The procession moved on and the sun grew hot. The stone cutter, now the king, became too warm for comfort. He asked the procession to stop so that he could rest for some time.
At once, the chief of the soldiers bent before the king and said, ‘Your Majesty, only this morning you swore to have me hanged to death if we did not reach the palace before the sun set.’
The stone cutter felt sorry for him and ordered the procession to go on its way again.
As the afternoon wore on, the sun grew hotter, and the king became more and more uncomfortable.
I am powerful, it is true, but how more powerful the sun is, he thought, I would rather be the sun than a king.
At once, he became the sun, shining down on the earth.
His new power was hard to control.
He shone too strongly, he burned up the fields with his rays and turned the ocean into vapour and formed a great cloud which covered the land.
But no matter how hard he shone, he could not see through the clouds.
It is obvious that the clouds are even stronger and more powerful than the sun, said the stone cutter, now the sun, I would rather be a cloud.
Suddenly, he found himself turned into a huge dark cloud.
He started using his new power. He poured rain down on the fields and caused floods. All the trees and houses were swept away but a boulder, which once he had been cutting when he was a stone cutter was unmoved and unchanged.
However much he poured down on the stone, it did not move.
Why, that rock is more powerful than I am, said the stone cutter, now a cloud. Only a stone cutter could change the rock by his skill. How I wish I were a stone-cutter.
No sooner had he said the words than he found himself sitting on a stone with hard and rough hands.
He picked up his tools and set to work on a boulder, happily.
An unknown author wrote this story centuries ago, and its profound message rings true today. We truly can only be ourselves. That’s the lesson in this story. The only thing you can ever be is you. You are you, and no one can be you. Since no one can be you, you are good enough.
Personal adequacy is the beginning to accepting who you are. Jeff Shinabarger wrote, “Nothing we gain will ever be good enough. Our presence lived fully is always of greater value than anything draped over it.” You are good enough when you see what is deposited inside you and you begin to live it. Live the life you have, and be the best you can be.