Once upon a time there was a spring who lived happily and safely inside a pen. Although he heard many noises coming from outside, he lived believing that outside his world inside the pen, there was nothing good. Even just to think about leaving his pen made him so scared that he was quite content to spend his life compacting and stretching himself again and again inside that tiny space.
However, one day, the ink ran out, and when the pen's owner was busy changing it, there was an accident. The spring was flung through the air and landed in the toilet drain, well out of sight. Terrified, and cursing his bad luck, the spring was flushed through pipe after pipe, each time thinking it might be his end. During the journey, he did not dare open his eyes out of pure fear. Nor did he every stop crying. Swept away by the water, he travelled on and on and on, until he ended up in a river. When the river current lost its force, and the spring could see that things had calmed down a bit, he stopped crying and listened all around him. Hearing birdsong and wind in the trees, he felt encouraged to finally open his eyes. What the spring saw was the pure, crystal waters of the river, the rich green rocks of the riverbed, and all kinds of fish of many colours, whose skin seemed to dance under the sunlight. Now he understood that the world was much greater than the space inside the pen, and that there had always been many things outside, waiting to be enjoyed.
After spending a while playing with the fish, he went over to the riverbank, and then moved on to a field of flowers. There he heard weeping. He followed the sound, which took him to a lovely flower that had been flattened by a rabbit, and could no longer stand up straight. The spring realized that he could help the flower, so he offered to be his support. The flower accepted, and slipped through the middle of the spring. There they lived happily together. And they would always laugh when remembering how the spring used to think that all there was to life was being a sad and fearful spring.
Moral of the Story:-
Changes are not a bad thing, it is up to ourselves to open the eyes and make something positive of them
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me."
My Little World has Broken
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time there was a spring who lived happily and safely
inside a pen. Although he heard many noises coming from outside, he
lived believing that outside his world inside the pen, there was
nothing good. Even just to think about leaving his pen made him so
scared that he was quite content to spend his life compacting and
stretching himself again and again inside that tiny space.
However, one day, the ink ran out, and when the pen's owner was busy
changing it, there was an accident. The spring was flung through the
air and landed in the toilet drain, well out of sight. Terrified, and
cursing his bad luck, the spring was flushed through pipe after pipe,
each time thinking it might be his end. During the journey, he did not
dare open his eyes out of pure fear. Nor did he every stop crying.
Swept away by the water, he travelled on and on and on, until he ended
up in a river. When the river current lost its force, and the spring
could see that things had calmed down a bit, he stopped crying and
listened all around him. Hearing birdsong and wind in the trees, he
felt encouraged to finally open his eyes. What the spring saw was the
pure, crystal waters of the river, the rich green rocks of the
riverbed, and all kinds of fish of many colours, whose skin seemed to
dance under the sunlight. Now he understood that the world was much
greater than the space inside the pen, and that there had always been
many things outside, waiting to be enjoyed.
After spending a while playing with the fish, he went over to the
riverbank, and then moved on to a field of flowers. There he heard
weeping. He followed the sound, which took him to a lovely flower that
had been flattened by a rabbit, and could no longer stand up straight.
The spring realized that he could help the flower, so he offered to be
his support. The flower accepted, and slipped through the middle of
the spring. There they lived happily together. And they would always
laugh when remembering how the spring used to think that all there was
to life was being a sad and fearful spring.
Moral of the Story:-
Changes are not a bad thing, it is up to ourselves to open
the eyes and make something positive of them
People will hate you, rate you, shake you, and break you. But how strong you stand is what makes you
ReplyDeleteWhen I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me."
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