Life is all about the rats that gnaw at the vine and the berries that we find on the side of the precipice off of which we are hanging. This blog is both about the “rats” and the “berries.”
One fine morning, in order to revive his constitution and invigorate his mind, a man decides to take a stroll in the woods. He was absorbed in his thoughts and the nature that engulfed him. However, soon he noticed that he was being followed by a tiger. While the predator was at a safe distance, he was concerned that the coincidence in the direction of their movement might be more than just a coincidence. Being the cautious man that he was, he hastened his pace. To his chagrin, so did the tiger. Little by little, his haste grew into panic and he found himself running as fast as he could, with the tiger in hot pursuit.
Suddenly he came to a deep precipice with a valley below. Sensing the eminent danger was becoming more acute by the second, he grabbed a vine nearby and started climbing down the side of the cliff. As he was feeling that his heroic exertion to save his life was about to pay off, he heard the now familiar panting of the tiger becoming louder, not fainter, as it had been at first, as he descended the vine. This made him stop and look down. There was another tiger waiting for him at the valley below.
In spite of the fact that things were less than favorable, he thought that he could wait out one of the tigers, if not both of them, only if he could conserve his energy and use the side of the cliff as a ledge upon which to settle some of his dead weight. This is when he noticed that there was a new critter sound in the air: the gnawing of a rat. His vine was being used as a filing instrument by the incisors of a rat that ruminated on the side of the cliff.
Could things get any worse? At this moment of utter despair, he saw a juicy ripe strawberry hanging off of a bush on the side of the cliff. It was within his reach. This is when all sense of danger and catastrophe left him. With a broad smile on his face he plucked the strawberry and tossed it in his mouth, savoring the sweet tart flavor and aroma of the fruit that has been prepared by nature for this singular opportunity for him to enjoy, at this particular hour, on this particular fine day.
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