An Unimportant Thing
"Money is not important, right?” the young boy asked.
“Absolutely,” the Universe replied lazily. “That’s why make a lot of it. After all, which wise man or smart woman would like to spend his or her precious time, and mind, worrying about an unimportant thing like money… or the lack of it?”
The young boy nodded, rolled up his Spiderweb-Man shirt sleeves and went to work.
The Universe got its chequebook out.
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I’m So Dumb Right Now
“I am so angry right now!” the young boy exclaimed.
“Why are you so dumb right now?” the Universe asked.
“Not dumb, I said angry,” the young boy said a tad irritated.
“I heard you the first time. So tell me, what made you so dumb right now?”
“What are you on about?” the young boy asked.
“When your emotions run high, your intelligence goes down. So you are not just angry right now, you are dumb as well.”
The young boy thought about it for a moment, calm finally.
The Universe continued, “Now, tell me, if you say something or take some action when you are angry, how would it be?”
“Dumb.” The young boy said thoughtfully.
“Correct. So tell me, how are you feeling right now?”
“Not so dumb, actually.”
The Universe smiled. The young boy was a fast learner.
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The Stories We Tell
“It’s never going to happen,” the young boy said.
“What’s never going to happen?” the Universe asked.
“Me winning the running competition. I want to win, but the other grade students are bigger and stronger than me.”
“Ah… nice story.”
“I am not telling you a story,” the young boy said, a tad irritated.
“Oh, it is a story alright,” the Universe continued, “Everything you said after ‘I want to win but…’ is nothing but a story. Usually the word ‘but’ is a good sign that a story is about to begin. And stories are fiction. Stuff we make up.”
“So you think I am making it all up?” the young boy said, shaking his head in dismay, “You should see those tall boys with long legs… how fast they run.”
“Nice! You are building characters in the story; it helps it seem more real.”
“Fine genius!” the young boy said, “If you know everything, why don’t you finish the story?”
“A young boy wanted to win the race,” the Universe continued, “The boys around him looked bigger and stronger, but our hero decided to run as fast as the wind. Try the other, bigger boys did, but our hero won, without breaking a sweat. The young boy won the actual race on the track a long time after he first won it in his mind.”
“I like that story!” the young boy exclaimed.
“Guess which story will help you win, mine or yours?” the Universe asked.
The young boy said, “Yours. If I must tell a story to myself, why not tell the one that helps me?”
The Universe smiled.
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