One
day, a calf needed to cross a virgin forest in order to return to its
pasture. Being an irrational animal, it forged out a tortuous path full
of bends, up and down hills.
The
next day, a dog came by and used the same path to cross the forest.
Next it was a sheep’s turn, the head of a flock which, upon finding the
opening, led its companions through it.
Later,
men began using the path: they bent down, deviating obstacles,
complaining and cursing – and quite rightly so. But they did nothing to
create a different route.
After
so much use, in the end, the path became a trail along which poor
animals toiled under heavy loads, being forced to go three hours to
cover a distance which would normally take thirty minutes.
Many
years passed and the trail became the main road of a village, and later
the main avenue of a town. Everyone complained about the traffic,
because the route it took was the worst possible one.
at seeing how men tend to blindly
follow the way already open, without ever asking whether it really is
the best choice.
-- sometimes we go through life just following the current, ranting about things like this like that. But we never stop and think that maybe there is another way, a better way.
And that way is just waiting to be discovered.
