A young man climbed a hill to find a teacher. He handed the teacher a page he’d written. The teacher read it and handed it back saying, “You try too hard. Come back when you find a more natural way.”
The next week the young man climbed the hill again and handed a new page to the teacher. The teacher read it and handed it back. “I hear your voice now, but your meaning is unclear. Come back when you’ve got the words in the right order.”
The young man returned a month later and handed a new page to the teacher. “The meaning is clear, but you use too many words. Come back when you can say it with half as many.”
Two months passed before the young man returned. “Not one wasted word, but you have nothing to say. Come back when you have lived a little.”
The man returned five years later, and not so young anymore. He handed his page to the teacher. The teacher read it and handed it back saying. “This tells me what happened, but I want to feel what happened. Come back when you can laugh and sing and cry on the page.”
The man was about to snatch the page away from the teacher and tear it to pieces when a boy arrived at the hilltop. The boy handed the teacher a page he’d written. The teacher read it, but said nothing. He handed it to the man. When the man read it, the man’s shoulders sank. He thrust the page at the boy, but the teacher quickly snatched it back and tore it to pieces. He said to the boy, “Come back when you are ready to work as hard as this man.”
And the moral is…well, I’m not sure. What do you think?