There is another story of a beggar who used to sit at the same spot year after year begging from the passers-by. One day he died there. When the people took to cleaning the site after removing his dead body they found a lot of gold buried under the ground. So the beggar was sitting on a pot of gold and yet kept begging all through his life never realizing it.

Aren’t we all like this – going through life looking out and chasing that rainbow over the horizon as we go on ignoring the little butterflies of happiness that are all around us?