Tuesday, February 7, 2012

busy



I'm learning about priorities.  I'm learning that being busy is being productive.  Procrastination is fun and all, but it's all about pushing through and getting things done.




busy





It's really hard when I keep getting interrupted.  Can't they see me working?  So then I have to stop what I'm doing and help them out.  Yeah, I know.  I'm too nice.  Gotta work on that sometime.



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Thursday, February 2, 2012

amazon

Deep in the amazon where the trees grow to be so thick so that no light passes through, there is a well.  The well is made of stone and isn't too deep because if you shine a flashlight, you can see the bottom of it.


In the bottom of the well lives a big fish.  It swims around in circles, doing nothing except looking up every now and then when someone shines a light down.  No one knows how it got there and no one knows why it's still alive.  But it is.


I only know the well exists because my grandfather's friend's uncle's wife's nephew promised he's seen it.  I don't know who my grandfather's friend's uncle's wife's nephew is, but if he's seen it then I believe him.  He said that only people dying of thirst ever find the well.  When he was in the amazon researching mosquitos, he became suddenly dizzy and dehydrated.  He moved so deeply into the shade that he fell through some trees and found the well.


He said he tried to get water from the well, but once he lowered a bucket, the fish spoke out to him.  Fish don't speak, if you've tried to talk to one.  At least a fish has never spoken to me.  But this fish in the bottom of the well could speak, and when he did his voice was low and echoed on the walls of the well.


The fish said, "If you want to drink, then drink.  But if you want to eat, then pick me up yourself."


My grandfather's friend's uncle's wife's nephew was only thirsty, but he was curious.  He asked the fish, "Have you met people who wanted to eat you?"


He was shining the flashlight down the well to watch the fish swim around in circles.  But when he asked that question, the fish stopped swimming.  "If you want to eat, then pick me up yourself," the fish said again, softer and more persuasively.


He got scared and just drank some water, leaving the bucket for the next person.  But if you ever go to the amazon and find the well yourself, remember this: a fish should not be talking.