Thursday, August 25, 2011

Story Time: The Fisherman

Here's a story I liked, just thought I would share it with everyone...

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village.  An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.  “Not very long,” answered the Mexican.  “But then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the American.  The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.  The American asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”  “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife.  In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs, I have a full life.”  The American interrupted, “I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you!  You should start by fishing longer every day.  You can then sell the extra fish you catch.  With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.”  “And after that?” asked the Mexican.  With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers.  Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant.  You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City!  From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”  “How long would that take?” asked the Mexican.  “Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the American.  “And after that?”  “Afterwards?  Well my friend, that’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the American, laughing.  “When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!”  “Millions?  Really?  And after that?” said the Mexican.  “After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends.”  And the moral is: Know where you’re going in life you may already be there.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Dear Home

"I'm headed home
Yeah, but I'm not so sure
That home is a place
You can still get to by train"

Dear Home,

For a while, I was swept up in the moment, and had lost you. I was in another place, feeling as though I had been there my whole life. I had to remind myself I had a home, a family, another group of friends. Eight months I have been gone from all that; eight long months. And now I am back, and it's as if everything was put on pause for my absence. Sure there are small changes- a new haircut, a different picture in the frame. But nothing major. It's nice to know that no matter how much I change, there is always a place I can go to that never will. You are my foundation, my identity. Thank you for keeping me grounded.