Self esteem

Mulla Nasreddin had a beautiful house, but he soon bored him, how bored anyone his house. Whether he was handsome or not did not matter; while living in the same house every day, he was bored. The house was beautiful, with a large garden, several acres of green meadows, a swimming pool ... But he got bored, so he called a real estate agent and said:

- I want to sell it. I'm fed up, this house has become hell for me.

The next day an ad appeared in the morning papers. The agent painted everything very nicely. Mulla Nasreddin reread it again and again, and, in the end, he believed in him that he called this agent:
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- Everything is canceled, I decided not to sell it. Your announcement convinced me, I now realized that all my life I had been looking for just such a house, I was looking for this very house.

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PS
The title of this post is different than the parable ("The House of My Dreams").
But it was in this vein that the parable seemed to me to be additionally interesting.
I'm sure this parable has many layers of understanding.