Fisherman and Tourist

Once in a village a tourist met a fisherman on the coast. Fisherman was going home with a catch he made for the day in the way tourists stopped him and started talking to him.

Tourist: How long did it took you to catch such a type of fish?

Fisherman: Not very long.

Tourist: Then why didn’t you stay for more time and catch more?

Fisherman: This small catch is sufficient to meet my and my family's needs.

Tourist: What do you do with the rest of your time?

Fisherman: I sleep late, play with my children, spend time with my family and friends.

Tourist (interrupted): I have an MBA from IIM and I can help you! You should start fishing for longer hours everyday then you can sell extra fish in the market and with that money you can buy a bigger boat.

Fisherman: After that?

Tourist: With a bigger boat you can catch more fish and then with that extra money you can buy an even bigger boat and then a second and third boat and this way you can have an entire fleet of ships. You can then sell your fish directly to processing plants and maybe one day open your own plant. Then you can move to the city and handle your new enterprise work from there.

Fisherman: How long would it take?

Tourist: Twenty, May be twenty five years..

Fisherman: Afterwards?

Tourist: Well my friend, that’s what's interesting. When your business gets really big then you can make millions.

Fisherman: Millions? OK? And after that?

Tourist: After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish and spend time with your friends and family.

Now Fisherman responded,” With all due respect sir, but that’s exactly what i am doing now.. So what's the point of wasting 25 years?”

Moral: Throughout our life we only struggle and forget to enjoy real happiness, we are in so much anxiety and worry always for the future that we forget to live today. Being Satisfied with what we have is key to Happiness.

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