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I find the often-told story of the businessman and the fisherman worth writing upon the heart. Familiar as it has become, there are things a man must hear more than once before he allows them to change how he lives. The story goes something like this. A businessman, visiting a small fishing village far from the city, finds a fisherman returning with a modest catch. The fish are beautiful, and he asks how long it took to catch them. “Only a few hours,” the fisherman replies. “Then why didn’t you stay longer and catch more?” “This is enough for my family.” The businessman looks at him, puzzled. “But what do you do with the rest of your day?” “I spend time with my children. I rest beside my wife. In the evening, I meet my friends. We share a meal, talk, play a little music. I have a full life.” The businessman smiles at the simplicity of the man’s thinking. “You could do much more. Fish longer each day and sell what you don’t need. Soon you could buy a bigger boat. Then another. Eventually, you could own a fleet, employ other fishermen, and sell directly to the market. You could move to the city and run the business from there.” “And how long would all this take?” “Perhaps twenty years. Maybe twenty-five.” “And then?” “Then you could sell the business and retire a wealthy man.” The fisherman pauses. “And what would I do then?” “Move to a quiet village. Fish a little. Spend time with your children. Rest beside your wife. Enjoy your evenings with friends.” The fisherman looks at his boat, then back at the businessman. “Isn’t that what I am doing now?” The more I return to this story, the more I want it penned into my soul, somewhere deeper than the place where I keep beautiful words. I know how easily I can admire its wisdom and go back to living as though I have never heard it. How quickly enough becomes insufficient when I see what another man has. How readily I can give away a peaceful evening to earn my way towards a future in which I imagine I will finally have peaceful evenings. Lets be honest - there are things I must work for. There are people whose lives will be better because I did not sit still. But I pray for the sense to recognise what has already arrived. To know when the people at my table, the laughter coming from the next room, the small work that feeds us, and the quiet in my heart are some of the very things I keep asking life to give me. Let me remember this while there is still time to live by it. Lest I spend my life chasing what I already hold, and return, at last, with the money to afford it—and find that it is gone.

I find the often-told story of the businessman and the fisherman worth writing upon the heart. Familiar as it has become, there are things a man must hear more than once before he allows them to change how he lives. The story goes something like this. A businessman, visiting a small fishing village far from the city, finds a fisherman returning with a modest catch. The fish are beautiful, and he asks how long it took to catch them. “Only a few hours,” the fisherman replies. “Then why didn’t you stay longer and catch more?” “This is enough for my family.” The businessman looks at him, puzzled. “But what do you do with the rest of your day?” “I spend time with my children. I rest beside my wife. In the evening, I meet my friends. We share a meal, talk, play a little music. I have a full life.” The businessman smiles at the simplicity of the man’s thinking. “You could do much more. Fish longer each day and sell what you don’t need. Soon you could buy a bigger boat. Then another. Eventually, you could own a fleet, employ other fishermen, and sell directly to the market. You could move to the city and run the business from there.” “And how long would all this take?” “Perhaps twenty years. Maybe twenty-five.” “And then?” “Then you could sell the business and retire a wealthy man.” The fisherman pauses. “And what would I do then?” “Move to a quiet village. Fish a little. Spend time with your children. Rest beside your wife. Enjoy your evenings with friends.” The fisherman looks at his boat, then back at the businessman. “Isn’t that what I am doing now?” The more I return to this story, the more I want it penned into my soul, somewhere deeper than the place where I keep beautiful words. I know how easily I can admire its wisdom and go back to living as though I have never heard it. How quickly enough becomes insufficient when I see what another man has. How readily I can give away a peaceful evening to earn my way towards a future in which I imagine I will finally have peaceful evenings. Lets be honest - there are things I must work for. There are people whose lives will be better because I did not sit still. But I pray for the sense to recognise what has already arrived. To know when the people at my table, the laughter coming from the next room, the small work that feeds us, and the quiet in my heart are some of the very things I keep asking life to give me. Let me remember this while there is still time to live by it. Lest I spend my life chasing what I already hold, and return, at last, with the money to afford it—and find that it is gone.

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