you know? sometimes i am purty sure either one of those would make life like fifty bazillion times better..
*sigh* [fact] i am pissed.
would you like to know why? (stupid question, you obviously would not be reading this if you didn't..)
so, let me explain...
.. no, there is to much, let me summarize..
.. eh, but it is really to complicated..
here, let me tell you a story..
alright, so...
once upon a time, there was born a man. (actually technically he was born a baby, but he became a man really quick cause that works better for my story)
anyhoo, where this man turned the age of13, he parents gave him present his godfather left for him the day he was born, a bag.
now this bag was also a very singular and special item, for this mans grandfather happened to be a gifted wizard. so once the man decided he wanted something, be it power, wealth, fame, or love, all he need do was declare to the bag what he desired to achieve his goal, and the bag would grant it to him.
now to all outside appearances this man was one destined never to fail, for who could thwart a man how had everything thing he desired or needed hanging be his side? however, a path without failer would not be this man lot in life..
one day, the man was wondering down the rode when out of the ground he beheld a completely impossible thing.
a crystal rose, standing alone, simply growing out of the ground next to where he stood.
now this rose was a thing of exquisite beauty, its steam was slender and elegant, shining pure white int he after noon sun. its delicate leaves sprouted from the steam, the white fading softly and evenly into a rich green. and the petals, everyone completely unique and undeniably perfect, fanned out in a cascade of colors, ever one shifting as the light shown through it so it appeared as if the whole flower itself was dancing.
the man was enchanted.
he stood stock still, overcome completely by the flower's radiant allure.
but soon he was distracted from the flower by that which was around it, flying creatures the size of his fist buzzed around the fragile flower, biting at its petals with what looked like fangs. soon one succeeded in chipping off just a sliver..
the man froze, furious, and he quickly realized what he must do.
he then knew that he must find a way to keep this thing of perfection safe, to guard to the best of his abilities as long as he was able, he pondered briefly how this would be best accomplished, deciding quickly that there would be no better way then using the bag
so he opened the bag a said simply "i desire the tool that will best serve me to protect this flower from these menaces that threaten it" he then reached inside and pulled out.. a great hammer
the man was briefly puzzled, but he trusted the bag and so decided that the hammer must be the tool that would serve him best in his quest..
so he turned and (doing the only thing he could think to do with a hammer of that size) attempted to smash the flying pest..
he swung and swung at the little devils for a good hour until he realized that he had not only accomplished nothing in the way of protecting the flower, but he had succeed in nicking it the flowers petals multiple times..
he quickly threw down the hammer in horror, pulled open the bag and said "i desire the thing that will help me to best keep thing flower from harm" he reached in a pulled out.. a sheet of metal
the man stood puzzled one again, but decided to do what he could, because these gifts had to be designed to serve his purpose
so he took the metal, and after pondering briefly, proceeded to attempt to blow the pests away by waving the sheet like a giant fan
after a short 20 minutes of this attempt providing no results (and seeing the flower gain a few more nicks under his watch) he cursed in frustration, seized the the hammer and sheet, shoved them back into the bag and roared inside "GIVE ME WHAT I DESIRE!"
he then reached inside and pulled out.. a giant hammer and a metal sheet
the man hurled the both against a far tree, tore off the bag, threw it to the ground, and stomped away sulking..
but he could not stay away long though, for he was unable to simply leave the flower unprotected
so he came back, but did not pick up the bag again, he instead picked up the hammer and began to, much more carefully this time, swat away the annoying buggers..
as he carefully swung the hammer with little effect, he began to think;
he felt thwarted.. even betrayed by this bag that his godfather had gifted to him..
he felt tricked, like somehow the bag was getting some enjoyment out of his frustration..
but more then anything he felt ashamed and down right angry at himself.. because he knew deep down the his godfather had not tricked him, nor the bag betrayed him, he knew that the bag had given him the best tools he could have to accomplish his task.. he knew that his inability to protect what he desired was because HE could not comprehend what to do with these tools..
his lack of knowledge and intelligence was the barrier to his success, not the tools he was given..
so he continued swinging away, attempting to protect his flower, having little success, and trying all the while to understand what it was he was missing..
so, thats the story..
have you ever felt like you've been asked to draw a portrait with a lump of coal?
maybe paint a land scape with a mop?
of carve an ice sculpture with a pick axe?
its like you know there must be some secret your missing that makes all of it make since, but all you can see right now is the chain saw you've been asked to carve a ring with..
but your not able to just say "screw it all, i quit till you give me something that'll actually work.."
instead, you just have to keep swinging at those moths with you sledge hammer, hoping your maybe doing some good, trying yo figure out what your missing, and praying all the time that you don.t destroy anything..
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