Crossing rivers

3rd September 2009
Donnerstag

There were three men standing in front of a river.

The first man swam across, and shouted back to the two men on the other bank. 'Come my friends, the grass here is greener than any blade of grass over on your side!'

Tempted by the first man, the second man leapt into the river and swam across. The two man then shouted back to the third man. 'Come my friend, the air here is fresh, more invigorating than any breath taken over on your side!'

Spurred on by his predecessors, the third man plunged into the river and drowned.


Maybe not everyone can achieve the same things.

Somehow, I feel like the drowning man.