Here is a brief poem about diligence, and why sometimes it's better to be conservative with it.
Running, running -
Running on a day so fine.
The world beneath your foot's sole,
Your endurance the only hindrance,
To that which may be explored.
Running, running -
Running all the time.
Up a hill you go,
Your endurance bating tests before you,
Only to be dissapointed.
Running, running -
Running as the sun sets.
It is becoming colder,
Your endurance beating chills into your lungs,
But you continue on.
Running, running -
Running in the storm.
The wind is battering you,
Your endurance torturing you,
And now it's too late to stop.
Running, running -
Running for your life.
The cyclone has hit ground,
Your endurance gives out,
You try to shout,
In the Eye you are flung about,
Your blood begins to spout.
And you are dead.
Running, running,
Running on a day so fine.
3 comments:
Oh wow. Quite an extreme example! I'm hoping that this does not spring from personal experience. (less extreme, of course.)
No... But I was thinking about how foolish some people can be in their stubborn traditions. Yes, some traditions need to be preserved, but many are now without use in the evolved world that we live in.
"When the sun comes up, you better be running." =)
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