The restless wind surged across the earth, tearing through valleys, bending trees to its will and lifting dust into swirling skies. It reveled in its might and took pride in the way the world submitted to its force.

But then there was the mountain.

No matter how fiercely the wind howled or how violently it struck, the mountain stood firm. It did not bend, break or waver. It simply stood — immovable and vast — as though the wind was no more than a fleeting breath.

The wind grew enraged and summoned its full power. It screamed through crags, summoned storms to batter the rock and lashed icy gales against the towering peaks. Yet the mountain endured — calm, steady and unbothered.

Finally, exhausted and defeated, the wind roared, "Why do you not fall? Everything else bows before me.”

The mountain rumbled with quiet laughter. “I do not fall because I do not resist,” it said. “I do not fight you, nor do I run. I simply am. And so, I endure.”

The wind paused, its fury ebbing into thought. Throughout its life, it was determined to assert its strength. Yet here was the mountain — powerful without struggle, strong without force.

Humbled, the wind softened and moved on, but gentler than before. And the mountain remained — unshaken, unyielding and utterly at peace.

True strength lies not in resistance or force but in calm endurance and steadfast presence.