in which i read a forwarded email

i normally don’t read my spam mail, but today was a long day so i decided to take time in reading them. this was one of the mails.

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

“Not very long,” answered the Mexican.

“But then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the American.

The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

The American asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”

“I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, play the guitar, and sing a few songs… I have a full life.”

The American interrupted, “I have an MBA from Harvard, and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.”

“And after that?” asked the Mexican.

“With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”

“How long would that take?” asked the Mexican.

“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the American.

“And after that?”

“Afterwards? Well my Friend, That’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the American, laughing. “When your business gets really big, you can start selling stocks and make millions!”

“Millions? Really? And after that?” said the Mexican.

“After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings doing what you like and enjoying your friends.”

“With all due respect sir, but that’s exactly what I am doing now. So what’s the point wasting twenty twenty-five years?” asked the Mexican.

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i honestly never dreamed of becoming filthy rich. i don’t know if it is a lack of zeal, drive, or maybe plainly because i was just to lazy to exert more.

oh, don’t get me wrong, i do have days while strolling around greenbelt 4 that i wish i would be able to buy the shoes (shlurp) and the jewelry that i want, but i guess that’s not what i really need. at the end of the day, it would only be locked away in my closet, collecting dust which in turn i would have to clean. so it is, actually, more hassle for me in the end.

everytime i go shopping, or at least when i try to go shopping, i think the novelty of trying something new is just what excites me. i would try on new shoes, walk on it for a while, start thinking of clothes that i have that would fit my shoes, or sometimes even thinking of clothes that i need to buy in order to match my shoes, bring it to the cashier, and when i’m finally there, just not buy it at all. same goes for clothes.

when i worked for a call center, i used to buy jewelry, thinking it was a good investment since gold will stay as gold. bad call was, i didn’t buy the jewelry for myself. too bad.🙂

but books, ah, i think i never hesitated to buy a new book. i always felt that i leave a piece of me in the book that i read, and in return, the book gives me something new to think about. someday, i would like to have a room full of books. thick, dog-eared books so i know i have used them well. i love the way the spine of books glide through my fingers when i choose one to read. i want them smelling musty, turning yellow of age. and hopefully, someday, i would find my children slouched in a corner, reading the books i have come to collect through out the years.

of course, this is hard since i have a bad habit of lending my books and actually forgetting who i lent it to. i have to take note of that in the future.

but still, analyzing myself, coming from a 3rd world country wherein people actually line up overnight to get in to an afternoon show to win 1 million pesos, my dreams are actually extravagant. again, its a matter of perspective on what “sufficient” means to you.

the Mexican fisherman actually covered it all. i would just like to earn enough to feed my family 5 times a day (strict diet eh. hehe), have a good shelter, and send my kids to school and for them to have the things they need, and maybe sometimes, what they want. through my short journey in life i have learned that the things you want fucks you up in the end because of the motives behind it.

truth be told, i am happy that my mom has instilled in me the value of a good education. i might have learned it the hard way and it certainly took time for me to get back in track, but all’s well that ends well.

so what is the point i am trying to drive at? i certainly still have no idea. i guess i just miss writing and unclogging thoughts in my head.
i guess it’s fun to dream big, but to live fully is still what i strive to be.

i’m out.

Author: angparaluman

a poster girl with no poster staying on the safe side of the road less traveled.

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