> There once was an oyster whose story I tell, Who found that some sand had got into his shell. It was only a grain, but it gave him great pain, For oysters have feelings although they’re so plain. Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fate, That had brought him to such a deplorable state?
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> Did he curse at the government, cry for election, And claim that the sea should have given protection? No - he said to himself as he lay on a shell, Since I cannot remove it, I shall try to improve it.
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> Now the years have rolled around, as the years always do, And he came to his Ultimate Destiny - stew. And the small grain of sand that had bothered him so, Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow. Now the tale has a moral, for isn’t it grand, What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand? What couldn’t we do if we’d only begin, With some of the things that get under our skin.
We are, each of us angels with only one wing;
and we can only fly by
embracing one another
So the moral is if something irritates you, don’t do anything about it. After years of irritation it might turn into something valuable, at which point someone bigger and stronger will come along and steal it from you, probably killing you in the process, so they can take all the profit from the pain you have suffered.
NO. The moral is: If something gets under your skin & bothers you, don’t just sit around complaining about it. What you do with it will change not only the bad thing, but will add value to your existence.
