a new student approached his master one day and asked, how long must i study to become the best martial artist is the land?
ten years, at least, the master answered.
ten years is a long time, said the boy, what if i studied twice as hard as anyone else?
twenty years, replied the master.
what if i practice night and day, with all my heart and soul?
thirty years, was the masters reply.
how can that be? each time i say i will work harder, you tell me that it will take longer. why? the boy asked.
the answer is clear. when one eye is fixed upon your destination, there is only one eye left with which to find the way.
the moral of the story, stop trying so hard.
ten years, at least, the master answered.
ten years is a long time, said the boy, what if i studied twice as hard as anyone else?
twenty years, replied the master.
what if i practice night and day, with all my heart and soul?
thirty years, was the masters reply.
how can that be? each time i say i will work harder, you tell me that it will take longer. why? the boy asked.
the answer is clear. when one eye is fixed upon your destination, there is only one eye left with which to find the way.
the moral of the story, stop trying so hard.
and your moral well for most its easier said than done