The two monks looked at each other in light of the fact that they vowed not to touch a lady.
Without a word, the more seasoned monk lifted the lady, carried her over the waterway, set her tenderly on the opposite side, and continued on his journey.
The more youthful monk couldn’t accept what happened. After rejoining his sidekick, he felt puzzled. An hour passed without a word.
Two more hours passed. At last the more youthful monk could not restrain himself. He exclaimed “As monks, we are not allowed to touch a lady. How could you allow yourself to carry that lady on your shoulders?”
The more seasoned monk answered calmly, “I set her down three hours ago. Why are you carrying her now?”
The first value on my Happiness Manifesto: If all else fails, let go a little. Or a lot.