A Coin Made of Gold

A good friend of mine showed me a Sufi book today. To tell you the truth I don't know much about what it means to be Sufi but from what I read in the book it had a lot of wisdom in it. I am not the one to define myself with one term or another therefore I'll never become Sufi or anything else regardless of how much I might be impressed by it and how much I might support it. I create my own religion and even then, as time passes by and I come to new realizations, I break its rules to accommodate new developments in my life.
The first page that I opened, in the book, was a short story about a skeptical man who found a coin made of gold but kept questioning his judgment on whether the coin was actually truly made of gold. He then decides to leave the coin and see the next person's reaction and so the next person takes the coin and thanks the universe for giving him such a gift. I laughed at the story as I saw myself being that skeptical man; with my overanalyzing I definitely might've missed out on a lot of golden coins that passed through my life. I think that this fable could be understood on many levels; it could represent many different things that happen in our daily life. A golden coin could be a person that one didn't open up to because of their skepticism of them. It could also not be about the golden coin but the skeptical man who represents all the insecurities in us; not trusting our own judgment, questioning what we perceive and relying on other people's judgment to validate our own. It could also be about the differences between people the ones that dwell and feed on stress and the ones that take things at face value. It could also be about the golden coin that was rejected once by a skeptical man but then found another to accept it the way it is.
It's funny how a small thing like this could happen during a hangout where one doesn't pay a lot of attention to but then turns out to have affected that person's thinking. I wonder if I would have spent this time thinking about the story if I haven't started blogging last week? I really doubt it...maybe blogging was my golden coin; I was skeptical at first but decided to give it a try (and for that I am neither one of the two men). I don’t think that I fully understand what this fable meant to me yet or that I have fully understood the wisdom in it but I know one thing for sure, which is that from now on I am going to try and become more appreciative of what passes through my life and I'll even be more appreciative of what sticks around.