An Untitled Zen Story

Once in a while we come across words, phrases or the whole whopping book that move us, lift up our spirit, or simply nudge our lazy selves to the endless possibilities of good in this world. Then there are those that make us smile and think and shout "A-ha" in our mind. This is one of them.

Two monks were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was falling. Coming around the bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.
"Come on, girl," said the first monk. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.

The second monk did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself. "We monks don't go near females," he said. "It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"

"I left the girl there," the first monk said. "Are you still carrying her?"

I am asking myself, are there any thoughts that should've been left where they are supposed to be but still occupying space in my mind?