קלײַב אַלץ אױס

The monk sat quietly beneath an old tree, watching the wind move through the leaves. A young man approached him, his face heavy with frustration. “Master,” he said, “why does life hurt so much? No matter what I do, I keep suffering.” The monk looked at him gently and replied, “Sit. Let me tell you a story.” The young man sat down, restless but curious.