There was a man known simply as "the Counselor." He walked the streets, stopping to talk to everyone he met. His gift was wisdom, and he felt an uncontrollable urge to share this wisdom with people, one by one.
Over time, the Counselor developed a habit of observing people before offering advice. He seemed to grasp, with a kind of keen sensitivity, what each person needed to hear. Sometimes it was a word of encouragement, other times a warning, and at certain moments, just silence-but always a response that touched the person in some way.
Day after day, the Counselor continued with this self-imposed mission. His life had become a quest to offer peace to anyone who needed it, but somehow, he himself remained restless. Until one day, in the middle of a crowd, he noticed something different. Maybe it was fatigue or simply the accumulation of so many lives that had passed through him. He felt, then, that maybe he didn't need to offer any advice at all. That constant restlessness gave way to a rare moment of inner silence.
Finally, there, standing among the people, without saying a word, the Counselor found something he didn't even know he was looking for: peace.