I would like to tell you a beautiful little story. You know the great and illumined Buddha had a favourite disciple named Ananda. You must have heard about him. One day, the Buddha was watching Ananda walking up and down the rough-shod pathway because he was trying to solve a very serious philosophical question that had come into his mind; and do what he may, he could not find an answer to the question.
So, he walked up and down, up and down, up and down, so obsessed with the problem, not even aware that he was cutting up his feet. He was barefoot, his feet started to bleed. And the Buddha, who was watching him, called him over and said, “Come Ananda, bring me that veena—the stringed instrument which you play usually.” Buddha was aware that Ananda could play the veena beautifully. Ananda went and brought the veena and was about to start playing when the Buddha said, “Give it to me, I’ll tune it for you.”
The Buddha went on tightening the strings and tightening the strings until Ananda shouted out startled, “Please, O holy one, don’t tighten the strings any more. They will break, they will snap.”
“Ah”, said the Buddha, “I am sorry, I did not know that.” He then started to loosen the strings until the strings became so loose that Ananda said, “But O holy one, one cannot play on these strings because they are so slackened now, they won’t give out any music.”
So, Buddha put away the veena and smiled his beauteous smile, looked at Ananda and said, “Therefore, Ananda you cannot solve your problem, you cannot find an answer to this vexing question that you have, as long as your strings are too tight, or your strings are too loose.”