On my trip to Tibet I came along a Buddhist monk that was
sitting on his doorstep
Before him was spread an orange blanket with bent spoons
laid randomly upon it
I asked him what was he doing the monk explained to me that
he was teaching strangers how to find their inner strength
and to bend the spoon. Even as doubtful as I was I wanted to
hear more so I sat in front of him and asked him if he could
teach me.
The monk agreed and handed me a spoon and said that the only
way of passing the knowledge is through clear thoughts so it
might take weeks. I sat with monk a whole week only stopping
for meals of rice i that had bought for the monk. It was
tiring and frustrating. I tried holding the spoon upside
down, sideways, I even tried not looking at the spoon at
all, and the monk, that damn monk wasn't passing through. On
the last day of the week I snapped. I got up and threw the
spoon with thrust to the floor, and turned to walk away. The
monk called me, in his hand was a spoon, my spoon, my bent
spoon.
He explained to me that people look for the difficult way to
solve their problems or wishes instead of listening to their
inner strength and bend the spoon.