The Sand Story
Sunday, July 16th, 2006Yeah I am gonna tell u guys the story of Sand.
I took a handful of sand and gripped it in my hands and the sand started pouring out from between the fingers even though i held it SO TIGHT.
I took another handful and let my palms open and its free to drip down …. and of course it did.
Now when you grip the sand so hard, there’s practically nothing left.
When you dont grip the sand so hard, there’s still some sand left. But there’s still some which strayed away.
I then curved my palm and that was the best position to have the amount of sand still in the curved palm. With fingers tight together, but thumb away from the palm. Not too tight. Not too loose.
The best way to control. Control what?
Control your life? Control your spouse? Control your team? Control your financial?
Well no one’s a fool. No one’s dumb.
Everyone knows how to play the game.
You can’t control something too much, they will struggle and try get away and you will be left with nothing. Not even a memory.
You gotta find the right concoction of strength.
I pray all of us find that concoction for the different importance in life before its too late.
Happiness is like a butterfly. If you chase after it, it will elude you. But if you sit still, it will sit on your shoulder.