Friday, 11 July 2008
Chuang Tzu Fisherman
A tourista was at the pier of small coastal village when small boat with one fisherman docked.
Inside small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. Tourista complimented Fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
Fisherman replied, “Only a little while.”
The tourista then asked, “Why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?”
Fisherman said, “With this I have more than enough to support my family’s needs.”
The tourista then asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”
Fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life.”
The tourista said, “I can help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat; With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You could leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles and eventually New York where you could run your ever-expanding enterprise.”
Fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”
Tourista replied, “15 to 20 years.”
“But what then?” asked the Fisherman.
The tourista laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time is right you would sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions.”
“Millions?…Then what?”
The tourista said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”
— Adaptado from The Tourist and the Fisherman.
Commentary for Chuang Tzu Fisherman
Hey that’s the right kind of FUCKIN life, but to me the story would’ve been better if when they guy retired… ninjas jumped into the fuckin scene and went onto a beserk rage, choppin, dicin, slashin, mother fuckers all over the place. Then the fisherman took out is SAWED OFF ASSAULT SHOT GUN and BLASTED them motherfuckers into goddamn OBLIVION!!!
1 On 2008.07.11 at 14:38 GMT thus spake Montana:
HOW FUCKIN TRUE. Jimmy Boss, you post some WISE SHIT on your website. You truly are a ‘SAGE’.