A man joins a Tibetan temple. He takes a vow of silence but is allowed to say two words every year.
After an arduous 12 months of eating rice, sleeping on a wooden bed with a raggedy blanket, and working 14-hour days in the field, the man goes to the head monk and says, “More blankets.”
Another year passes, and he visits the head monk and says, “More food.”
The man goes through one more year eating good meals and sleeping well, but he’s drained by the long work days. He calls on the head monk and uses his two words to say, “I’m leaving.”
“Good,” the head monk replies. “You’ve done nothing but whine since you got here.”
