Last evening I learnt a few things
Threre are two ways to survive a massive storm.
One is to become a bigger storm and scare the strom away or become like the himalyas and stand arms crossed against your chest, braving the gails. I have been practicing theese two over last few years.
The Second one is to become like the tiniest grass, , the stormiest winds cant blow the grass, he just enjoys the wind. ofcourse there are chances of being trampled upon and eaten at the top. but I observe that, the grass just grows back and the roots get stronger.
If you get attracted to the sun and try to get close to it, you will burn yourself. If you maintain a distance, life will prosper on you.
Being Mr. Liberty, I am trying to focus on rights of the fairer sex. One can understand the obvious bent. It makes good commercial sense as well. First I am trying to sort out issues at home front, most important.
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I could write about how even in a few million years the Himalayas will not be the tallest mountains or how the grass that grows back is not the same as the grass that got eaten....
instead here's a story you might have heard before, about surviving life's trials and tribulations.....
The Little Sparrow!
It was a very cold winter night! A sparrow had spent two nights out with only the meagre shelter of a tree. He decided that he couldn't survive a third night, so he left the tree to find a better shelter.
As he flew he got colder and colder, until his little wings froze solid and he fell to the ground. As he lay there freezing he realised that his end was nigh and he prayed for death to come quickly.
Suddenly, in his semiconscious state, he had a feeling of being enveloped in a warm covering. He regained consciousness to find that a friendly cow had dropped a luxurious deposit all over him. The warmth gave him a new lease of life, and the sparrow's comfort made him feel very happy, so he started to sing.
A passing fox heard the chirping, located the heap, carefully removed the excrement to reveal the little sparrow, and promptly ate him up...
There are three morals to this sad story :
1. If someone shits on you, they are not necessarily your enemy.
2. If someone gets you out of the shit, they are not necessarily your friend.
3. If you are in the shit and happy, keep your mouth shut !!!
I personally like the third moral best.......
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