I can't sleep at the moment, I have a chest infection that makes me cough and cough... Absolutely bored with myself I beg the Guides at night-time for stories that both make me think and laugh to myself and in the wee small hours, even with the coughing I love the company of the Guides.
The Boy and the Snail:
There was a small boy playing outside, laying on the grass investigating the world at close range, when a snail trundled along his path. It slowly climbed up a long blade of grass and down the other side, leaving behind it a sticky trail of rainbow-hued slime. The boy watched for a time and then leaned in and poked the snail in one eye. The snail retracted its eye and looked him out the other one. The small boy then poked the other eye of the snail. The snail then retracted its second eye and looked at him out of the first eye. The boy looked intrigued. He felt his own eyes. "I can't do that" he said to the snail.
The snail replied, "I can move my eyes independently, I am created that way. I am unique" The boy frowned and felt his own eyes again. He studied the snail and reached out and poked the snail's shell. "I don't have a shell. What do you have a shell for?" The snail surveyed him patiently with his long eyes. "I have a shell so I can hide from predators, I am created that way. I am unique".
The boy frowned and felt his back, he didn't have a shell. He reached out again and poked the snail again, this time in the long slippery foot. "I have two feet" said the boy "why do you have only one?" The snail again surveyed the boy patiently and replied "I have one long foot which enables me to hold on tightly to my world, I am created that way. I am unique".
The boy frowned and lay back and put his feet in the air and surveyed them. He rolled over again and stared at the snail. He reached out again and poked the snail until he felt the glistening slime of the snail. "I don't have slime to move on. What do you have slime for?" The snail returned itself properly on its foot and stared at the boy. "I produce mucus so I move over things easier, and it leaves a glistening rainbow trail to show my passing, I am created that way. I am unique".
The boy thought about this for a time and surveyed the snail with his chin resting on his hands. "If you are unique with all of these things? How am I unique?" The snail surveyed the boy back, and moved quietly off towards the denser grass. It stopped and turned. "You are unique in that you have been given wisdom". "Oh" said the boy "What use is wisdom?" "Simple" replied the snail as it moved off into the grass. "The wisdom is to know to stop poking unique things".
Moral: Sometimes we are so busy investigating our own perceptions of what we have and what should be right that we do not stop to actually think there is no need for us to search, poke or investigate everything. In our supposed wisdom, we do not see that we are a part of a bigger picture and all of us are in this together. Each of us here for our unique purpose, yet still if we have a belief we will try, for all our wisdom, to convince others that we are either right and they are wrong or that we should change something to make it better when in reality there was no need. We compare, judge and criticise, what we perceive is not the same as us, or our belief structure. Yet in all the beauty of our uniqueness, we already belong... It is truly that simple.
Stop trying to convert everyone to your thinking or perception at times. Accept, allow and acknowledge others rights to their lives, their experiences and most of all their journey. It is truly theirs, as is yours. If you think something needs changing, change you first.