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There was a king.   He used to disguise himself and wander during night times. One day he saw a hut, which was completely empty. There was a man there in old and worn out clothes sleeping on the floor. He was a personification of poverty. But still he was sleeping like a child, without a care in the world.

The king came to his palace. He was upset and jealous. He, the king has everything. He sleeps in one of the softest beds, maids fan him entire night. But still, he is unable to sleep. And this poor man, has nothing and still he gets blissful sleep every night.

Next night, kings again comes to poor man's hut, wakes him up and whispers to him. " Here is bag of gold coins. Take it and be happy". So he gives a bag of gold coins and leaves.

The poor man goes from shock to excitement to fear to happiness. He is so thrilled. But also worried. What if some thief steals it away. He digs a hole in the floor, hides the gold coin bag there. Then he removes the bag, counts the coins, puts it back again and lies down thinking about nothing but gold.

This continues every day. Day time the man works as laborer. But night he removes the gold coins, counts them, keeps them back. Again removes and counts and so on.

Many of us know this story. But we do not realize how true it is.

I was like that poor man. I used to look at my online earnings - be it from my blogs or my programs. Smile and say my total earning is two dollars. Two dollars was just a number seen in the laptop. And I was happy.

Then I added advertisement to one of my apps. And my revenue shot to ten dollars first day. I was thrilled, enthralled and so on. Then advertisement revenue starting coming down as seven, four, three and one. Now I am waking up at unearthly hours, looking at my advertisement income and surfing how to increase this revenue and so on.  And my mind keeps screaming "You have worked so much for it, you deserve better" and my other mind is saying "It is ok, you are not living in hut and you do not have to worry about where your next meal is coming from".

So same story, different circumstances.

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