Who is the Wisest?
By Joseph Mattappally on 19-06-2013
Sometime back, I remember to have
heard a thought provoking joke on varying human perspectives. The minister of a
large country decided to visit an island under his jurisdiction. The Minister
travelled for days by train and car and boat to this furthest island in the
nation. As he surveyed the bleak but inspiring landscape, he turned to a local
villager and said: “You're very remote here, aren't you?” She
responded: “Remote from what?” In real life, we consider some people to
be suffering, some celebrating, some desperate. We have to admit that all these
passions and subtle levels of understandings in life greatly depend upon the
nature of perspective we hold. To learn more about the magnitude of differences
perspectives cause, let us go through these life situations.
It was a partially cool afternoon
and a little boy was on his knees scooping and packing the sand with plastic
shovels into a bright blue bucket. The little boy architect worked all afternoon
spooning out the moat or fixing the walls and finally a castle city was created
on the sea shore. Bottle tops were sentries, popsicle sticks formed bridges. It
was a charming sandcastle anyway. This pretty narration of the boy on the sea
shore connected my thoughts to a congested model corporate office of the day.
It was certainly the other side
of technology, which is considered soft but quite wild. Aside the busy streets
and rumbling traffic of the city, there sits a man with his head buried in
stacks of projects and assignments. A mobile phone is always on his shoulder
which is shrugged to please his ear. His fingers are always busy punching the
keyboard. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight
of the man, a profit is made. All his life he works, formulating the plans and forecasting
the future. Here, Annuities are sentries and Capital gains are bridges. Spending
all his life, he builds an empire, quite real according to our standards.
Two builders of two 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. Watch the
boy as the dusk approaches and the waves encroach. The child jumps to his feet excited
and begins to clap. He might have no regret, no sorrow or any fear. 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. For the boy sees the end while the man
ignores it. As for the grown up entrepreneur once 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.
I do not know who originally
wrote this piece of thought. However, I’m sure that this little story could
change my attitude further. What that came to my mind is the truth that it is always
our attitude that decides our present.
About The Author
Sri. Joseph Mattappally, Founder and Director of Indian Thoughts, is a writer and social worker. He is also a Reiki Master (RIRC Mumbai) and licensed Amateur Radio Operator ( VU2JIM). He has authored 'Success Secrets', a book detailing basic life management principles.