Some time ago there lived a monk who was extremely lazy and unfortunate for him he was poor. He dreamed of being rich one day, but he was not willing to work for others to earn money. He talked to everyone even strangers about his dreams of becoming rich. When they asked him how he would achieve his dream he always talked about this plan or that plan. The monk was full of ideas, but no work ethics. So days passed with the monk begging for food and money and every time someone gave him a “minute or two” of their time the monk started explaining his ideas and pointing out how unlucky he was to be poor, but he never took any action.

One day a stranger while listening to the lazy monks’ great ideas and his misfortune decided to give him a pot of milk. The monk was extremely delighted and went home with the pot of milk with a plan to make curd. When he came to his tiny home he prepared everything so the milk would turn into curd and after “working hard” the monk lay down to get some rest. Soon he started daydreaming about how he would become rich. 

“By morning the pot of milk would set, it would be converted to curd. I would churn the curd and make butter from it. I would heat the butter and make ghee out of it. I will then go to that market and sell that ghee, and make some money. With that money, I will buy a hen. The hen will lay many eggs from which little chickens will hatch and I will have so many chickens. These chicken will, in turn, lay hundreds of eggs and I will soon have a poultry farm of my own. Then I will sell all the hens and buy some cows and open a milk dairy. All the people in town will buy milk from me and I will become very rich. Then I will open a jewelry shop and the king and rest of the royalty and high society will buy all the jewels from me. I will be so rich that I will be able to marry an exceptionally beautiful girl from a rich family. Soon I will have a handsome son and I will be able to teach him how to be successful. But if he does any mischief I will be very angry and to teach him a lesson, I will hit him with a big stick.”

Because the lazy monk was so involved in his daydreaming he picked up the stick next to his couch in his kitchen and viciously started hitting around the kitchen while imagining how he is “teaching his son a lesson in manner.” Unfortunately for the lazy monk while finally being enthusiastic about something and finally taking “action” he hit the pot of milk with the stick and broke it. So the monk ended his day without his dream coming true, without food, and a with a dirty kitchen, thinking “If only”.