From its lofty perch atop a tree branch, the crow looked down at the stone resting by the riverbank. With an air of superiority, it cawed, "What a sight you are, sitting there by the water! Too proud to rise and embrace the sky, while I bask in the glory of my flight!"
The stone remained silent, absorbing the crow's scorn with quiet dignity.
As time passed, the crow reveled in its ability to soar high and attract attention. However, one day, it witnessed the stone transformed, revered as Shaligram, a symbol of devotion and respect. A wave of fury surged within the crow. How could this stone, once dismissed as merely a riverbed fixture, now command such veneration?
In a moment of confrontation, the stone spoke, calm and wise. "Crow, do you not see? My journey has been one of transformation, while you cling to your arrogance. Your ability to fly may impress, but your worth is reduced to mere noise and scavenging, while I am honored as a symbol of reverence."
The crow trembled at the weight of the stone's words. In its pride, it had overlooked the essence of true value, which lies not in the height of one's flight, but in the humility one embraces. The stone's wisdom struck deep, revealing a harsh truth: one should never let self-esteem morph into arrogance, nor should one allow it to wither into worthlessness.
In the end, the crow realized that its ability to soar meant nothing if it could not inspire or uplift others. True glory is not about the heights we achieve, but about the legacy we leave behind.
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