The Enchanted Fountain
"The Power of Selfless Wishes"
Some time ago, in a curious town settled between moving slopes and rich backwoods, there lay a secretive wellspring. This wellspring was said to have supernatural waters that could concede any individual who drank from it a solitary wish. Nonetheless, there was a trick - the wish must be sacrificial and to serve others, or probably it wouldn't be conceded.
Numerous locals came to the wellspring, each with their own longings and dreams. Some wanted for riches, others for influence or distinction. Be that as it may, regardless of how earnest their desires appeared, the wellspring stayed still, its waters unaltered.
At some point, a little kid named Maya visited the wellspring. She had heard the tales and was fascinated by making a wish. As she moved toward the wellspring, she contemplated what she would want. At long last, with a decided search in her eyes, she made her desire.
"I wish for everybody in the town to constantly have sufficient food to eat and clean water to drink," she said delicately.
Shockingly, the waters of the wellspring started to gleam with a delicate, brilliant light. The residents watched in wonderment as the wellspring's waters streamed out into the town, changing into surges of brilliant grain and clear, shining water.
From that day on, the town thrived. The fields were consistently plentiful with crops, and the streams streamed with new, clean water. The locals were cheerful and content, and they realize that it was all on account of Maya's sacrificial desire.
The lesson of the story: Genuine satisfaction comes not from satisfying our own cravings, yet from helping other people and having a constructive outcome on our general surroundings.
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