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The Deadly Power of Thought

Once upon a time, a man was travelling back from the city to his village after selling his bamboo baskets in the market. He had worked hard all day and was very tired.
On the way, he saw a big tree and decided to rest for a while. It was afternoon, so he ate his lunch and soon fell into a deep sleep under the cool shade.
Near the tree, there was a small hole in the ground. From that hole, a large snake slowly came out. It gently slithered near the sleeping man and lightly touched him. The snake did not bite him. After a moment, it quietly went back into its hole.
The man’s sleep was disturbed. He suddenly woke up and looked around to see who had touched him. Nearby, he saw a small rat running here and there, playing in the grass.
The man became angry. Without thinking, he picked up a stick and hit the rat twice. The frightened rat quickly ran away.
The man then lay down again and went back to sleep.
The rat felt hurt and confused.
“I did nothing to him. Why did he hit me?” it thought.
Angry and upset, the rat decided to teach the man a lesson.
After some time, the rat returned. Seeing the man fast asleep, it bit his leg hard and ran away quickly.
Soon after, the snake again came out of its hole and calmly sat beside the sleeping man.
A few moments later, the man woke up feeling pain in his leg. He saw the bite mark and then noticed the snake sitting nearby.
He was shocked.
His heart started beating very fast. His body began to sweat. He was sure the snake had bitten him. Fear filled his mind.
Within a short time, out of extreme fear, the man collapsed and died.
❓ Now Think…
Who killed the man?
Was it the rat?
Was it the snake?

The rat only bit him.
The snake did nothing.

It was the man's fear.
It was his misunderstanding.
It was his own thoughts that killed him.
Fear is often more dangerous than the real danger.
Wrong thinking can destroy us faster than any enemy.
Control your thoughts — or they will control you.

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