Monday, June 11, 2007
we're almost dere
hi everyone, to those who are bored enough to come and read this post, since our blog is alr so dead....
heres a little story for u
I took this story from some website :)
A little boy is on the beach. He is painstakingly building a sandcastle. All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges.
A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.
All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.
Two builders of castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.
Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it.
As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.
The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.
"It's my castle," he defies.
The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...
So go ahead and build. But do it with a child's unburdened heart, not with a grown-up's pride, possessiveness and indignation. Enjoy the process while it lasts, don't lose sight of love and beauty along the way, and when the end comes, as it most certainly will, salute the process of Life and go home.
yehh thanks for wasting ur time. and think about wat this story meant =)mayb it will enlightenu b4 blocks. anyway. mug hard hard for CHEM especially. make ms ooi proud.
cheers,
Joshua
heres a little story for u
I took this story from some website :)
A little boy is on the beach. He is painstakingly building a sandcastle. All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges.
A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.
All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.
Two builders of castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.
Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it.
As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.
The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.
"It's my castle," he defies.
The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...
So go ahead and build. But do it with a child's unburdened heart, not with a grown-up's pride, possessiveness and indignation. Enjoy the process while it lasts, don't lose sight of love and beauty along the way, and when the end comes, as it most certainly will, salute the process of Life and go home.
yehh thanks for wasting ur time. and think about wat this story meant =)mayb it will enlightenu b4 blocks. anyway. mug hard hard for CHEM especially. make ms ooi proud.
cheers,
Joshua
