DREAMS
There is a story about a fisherman, who lived along the bank of a river. Walking home with his eyes half-closed one evening after a hard day’s toil, he was dreaming of what he will do if he would be rich.
Suddenly his foot struck against a leather pouch filled with what seemed to him small stones. Absent-mindedly he picked up the pouch and began throwing the pebbles in the water.
“When I am rich,” he said to himself, “I’ll build myself a palace.”
And he threw a stone. He threw another, and thought, “I’ll have servants and rich food.”
This went on until only one stone was left. As he held it in his hand, a ray of light caught it and made it sparkle. He realized then that it was a valuable gem, that he had been throwing away the real riches in his hand while he dreamed idly of unreal riches in the future.
Suddenly his foot struck against a leather pouch filled with what seemed to him small stones. Absent-mindedly he picked up the pouch and began throwing the pebbles in the water.
“When I am rich,” he said to himself, “I’ll build myself a palace.”
And he threw a stone. He threw another, and thought, “I’ll have servants and rich food.”
This went on until only one stone was left. As he held it in his hand, a ray of light caught it and made it sparkle. He realized then that it was a valuable gem, that he had been throwing away the real riches in his hand while he dreamed idly of unreal riches in the future.
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