A dimwit lad found a Rishi meditating deep in the woods under a tree. His face was graceful, peaceful and happy. He looked around, there was nothing great around the sage; neither any valuables nor any objects of comfort.
“He has got nothing and yet he is happy. How could that be possible?” he grew curious.
In haste, he woke the sage from his deep meditation and asked, “Tell me, sire, you got nothing how are you happy?”
The Rishi smiled, “I have nothing, so I am happy.”
The logic proved too much. “Is that because of meditation?” the anxious lad questioned.