Monkey Business: The Shortcut That Isn’t

A young monk was frustrated with how long it took to reach enlightenment.

He asked the Zen master, “Isn’t there a shortcut? Something faster?”

The master smiled and said, “Enlightenment is like a monkey in the forest—it jumps around, never sitting still.”

The monk frowned, “So, what should I do?”

The master laughed, “Maybe stop chasing the monkey… and enjoy the trees instead.”


Moral: Sometimes we’re so busy chasing goals that we forget to appreciate the journey.

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