The Story of The Plum

I received this beautiful note from a friend who left it as an offline message on my Yahoo Messenger. It is wonderful how God speaks to you to lift you up when you are sprawled on the ground. I would love to share this with you.

A plum once said, just because a banana lover came by, I converted myself into a banana. Unfortunately, his taste changed after a few months and so I became an orange. When he said I was bitter I became an apple, but he went in search of grapes. Yielding to the opinions of so many people, I have changed so many times that I no more know who I am. How I wish I had remained a plum and waited for a plum lover.

Just because a group of people do not accept you as you are, there is no necessity for you to strip yourself of your originality. You
need to think good of yourself, for the world takes you at your own estimate. Never stoop down in order to gain recognition. Never let go of your true self to win a relationship. In the long run, you will regret that you traded your greatest glory
- your uniqueness, for momentary validation. Even Gandhi was not accepted by many people. The group that does not accept you as you is not your world.

There is a world for each one of you, where you shall reign as king / queen by just being yourself. Find that world... in fact, that world will find you.

What water can do, gasoline cannot and what copper can, gold cannot. The fragility of the ant enables it to move and the rigidity of the tree enables it to stay rooted. Everything and everybody has been designed with a proportion of uniqueness to serve a purpose that we can fulfill only by being our unique self. You as you alone can serve your purpose and I as I alone can serve my purpose. You are here to be you... just you.

There came a time when you were required on this planet and hence you were sent. Let us be the best we can be. Don't miss yourself and let the world not miss you.

The falcon that wouldn't fly

I once had a conversation with a new found friend on Facebook. He extended his hands and ears as comfort for poor single mother me. I told him that I abhor sympathy, because it makes me feel small and incapable. I understand people are only trying to help. Feeling small immobilise me and acts as a lid preventing me from reaching for the stars...a feat I am slowly beginning to believe is achievable...I still feel small sometimes, because there are some people I still owe and there are times when I still need to ask for help from others. However this occasion is getting less and less.
During this conversation, I asked him whether he has heard about the story of the falcon which refused to fly. I didn't manage to tell him, and think I owe him the story.

Once there was a king who was given 2 falcons as a gift. These falcons were mere chicks when they were lovingly placed in a gilded cage and presented to him. Both were nurtured with love and patience by the Royal Falcon Trainer.

Months and days passed, and the day finally came when the birds were ready to take their first flight. However, only one bird mastered the feat. It flew majestically as falcons should, while the other just stood on its branch and watched. The trainer was puzzled ..nothing he tried worked. More months and days passed and finally the Royal Falcon Trainer had to reveal the problem to the king. The king, a reasonable monarch and an animal lover summoned sorcerers, shamans, circus trainers and people from every other possible vocation to help the falcon fly. A hefty prize was offered. But, no one succeeded.
Finally the king thought..perhaps I should summon someone close to nature..someone with no pompous prefix to his name..no Dr or Professor,or Sir or Datuk ...Let's try the humble gamekeeper. So the gamekeeper was summoned and given the royal decree, to get the falcon to fly.
Early next morning, when the King stuck his head out the window to seep the fresh morning air, his heart was filled with joy when he saw two falcons flying gracefully high up in the sky, soaring and dipping gracefully in concert. He immediately summoned the gamekeeper to ask what magic spell he had cast to accomplish what seemed to be the impossible.

The gamekeeper looked incredulously at the king..and said "It wuz easy sire...I just cut off the branch..."