Something

 Something worked.

Sometimes problems are complicated, emotional, and distressing. 

Sometimes you just need a drink. 

Or a hug.

Or the right nutrients.

Or someone to listen.

Sometimes it's less complicated than we make it out to be. By a lot.

More and more I am learning the value in the simple, necessary things our culture ignores in the race to the top. 

It reminds me of a story that goes something like this. 

Once a businessman walked up to a fisherman on the docks. He had a proposal for the fisherman. He wanted to get more boats, bigger boats, and more men. He wanted the fisherman to work with him to build a fishing empire. He began by asking the fisherman about his life. 

The fisherman told him about his days. "I go out on a boat and I fish for a few hours a day. Then I go home and spend time with my family, laughing with them, crying with them, and teaching them how to work hard. I share the simple joy of sunsets with my wife and savor the little things in life." 

"Oh so you have a family! That is wonderful. I have a proposal for you. You know how to fish, and I know how to work the sales side of things. We should build a company that could make such a profit. With your knowledge of the tides and my business expertise we could reach the top quickly!" He said. The fisherman considered him for a moment. 

"Why would I want this?" He asked the businessman. The business man blinked in confusion. He straightened his suit coat and took a breath. 

"Well, you could spend more time with family after we built it up, and you could do what you love! If you work hard with me and we get a lot of capital you could live like a king!" The fisherman slowly nodded. 

"If I had all the time and money in the world, do you know what I would do with it?" He asked. The businessman gave him a questioning gaze. "I would go out on a boat and I would fish for a few hours a day. Then I would go home and spend time with my family, laughing with them, crying with them, and teaching them how to work hard. I would share the simple joy of sunsets with my wife and savor the little things in life. Tell me then, what would it profit me to rise to the top?" 



This is a paraphrased version coming from my own memories. Originally Heinrich Böll wrote this story. 

It reminds me that right now is just as important as tomorrow.

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