Once upon a time, there lived a family of four in the suburbs of Rome. The family consisted of the parents and a boy and a girl aged 12 and 14. They had been corn farmers for generations from their great great grandfather passed on to the great grandfather so on and so for. Never breaking out of the proverty trap, they sought for one shot to move out of their situation to finally live a decent life.
one day, a fairy appeared and gave the boy a mission. The boy was to scour through the corn field aimed to find the biggest corn, and the fairy will give the family an additional 100 identical corns of that size to the family, which will triple the crop's yield for the season. But the catch is that he can only go through the corn field once and he can only touch once corn and the corn he touched will be the one he chooses.
so the boy went on his mission wanting to find the biggest corn. He went through one corn after another, observing every corn in detail to find the biggest one. He measured every single corn right down to the inches. At the side of his head, subconsciously he knew there was a bigger corn in front and that thought kept him from touching any corn.
3 quarts through the field and he has yet to touch any corn, not wanting to settle with a small corn.
not before long, the boy was at the end of the field, he ended up taking the last corn which was about 30% the size of the biggest corn he saw previously in the field. But there were no choices left for him, with a thwarted heart, he took it.
exactly one year later, the fairy appeared and gave the same mission to the boy again.
memories of what happened a year ago were still fresh. Personally, he blamed himself for not being able to get the biggest corn and thus not being able to bring his family out of the poor. With that thought constantly around, he went on the mission.
this time, while not even 1 quarter into the corn field, he chosed his corn. Although subconsciously he knew that wasn't the biggest corn in the field, he took it because he didn't want to end up like last year having to take one that he ain satisfied with. This time, he knew he would be happy with his choice although it ain the best in the field.
Morale of the story :
Dun choose la, the best is always not reserved for you.
When ur chance comes, grab it by the collar.
posted by ikaira @ 1:29 PM,
