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Friday, May 29, 2009 @ 9:37 AM
A senior parner of a global management consultancy company suffering from overwork, stress and nervous exhuastion decides to take an extended holiday. He stays at a tiny Mexican fishing village, a long way off the tourist map. Late on afternoon he finds himself in conversation with a local fisherman. He asks the fishemand about his life.

'Well.' the fisherman replies in halting English. ' I sleep late. Take the boat out in the early afternoon, catch enough fish for my family and some more to sell so that i have money to buy other kinds of food and a little wine. When the Sun goes down, i join my friends at the local bar and we drink and we talk. Then i go to bed.'

The consultant is intrigued. 'Why dont you get up earlier, go out in your boat alittle longer, and catch even more fish to sell?' he asks.

'Why would i want to do that?' the fisheman responds.

'Well, with the extra money you could save up and buy another boat, and employ another fisherman and catch even more fish.'

' So, what would i do then?'

'Well with the extra money you could continue to buy more boats- maybe a trawler or two- and recruit more fishermen, and before long you would have your own fishing fleet.'

'What then?'

' The you would have a healthy balance sheet that you could take to a bank or investment company and you could get financing to buy up other fleets. You could take your company public and trade shares on the New York stock exchange. You could build a fishing empire and then think about diversifying, maybe into the wider agricultural sector or maybe the leisure industry or anything you like. You could become a Fortune 500 company, with your picture on the front of Forbes magazine.'

'What then?'

'Well, hey, then you could sell up. You would have a personal fortune. You could live the life of your dreams, with no more stress and worry. You could settle in some little village, sleep late in the morning, maybe take a little boat out to do some fishing, and spend the evenings with your friends at the local bar....'


sometimes we think money's sucha great fat big deal. only to realise all that shitzo for what right? dont be an idiot! choose life! if u wanna be an idiot fighting in the dog eat dog world, at least ask God to be in your heart so you'll know what contentment and joy is!