I came across a powerful story the other day in Idries Shah’s Tales of Dervishes called When the Waters Were Changed. It’s short and in its entirety below.
ONCE UPON A time Khidr, the Teacher of Moses, called upon mankind with a warning. At a certain date, he said, all the water in the world which had not been specially hoarded, would disappear. It would then be renewed, with different water, which would drive men mad.
Only one man listened to the meaning of this advice. He collected water and went to a secure place where he stored it, and waited for the water to change its character. On the appointed date the streams stopped running, the wells went dry, and the man who had listened, seeing this happening, went to his retreat and drank his preserved water.
When he tried to talk to them, he realised that they thought that he was mad, and they showed hostility or compassion, not understanding. At first he drank none of the new water, but went back to his concealment, to draw on his supplies, every day.
Finally, however, he took the decision to drink the new water because he could not bear the loneliness of living, behaving and thinking in a different way from everyone else. He drank the new water, and became like the rest. Then he forgot all about his own store of special water, and his fellows began to look upon him as a madman who had miraculously been restored to sanity.
It’s tough to go against what is popular. But it’s possible with the support of those close to you. When that fight becomes nearly impossible is when you’re forced to go against those close to you.
It’s then when capitulation, drinking the changed water, in the face of a lonely, ostracized life starts to look pretty good.