Hard Work vs Smart Work

In a town, every year an annual lumberjack competition was held. The rule for the competition was simple: whoever cut the most trees on the day would be the winner.

This year there were only two people in the final. One was old and experienced lumberjack while another was younger and stronger.

Young man was full of enthusiasm and as the final competition started he went off into the woods and set to work straight away. Older lumberjack went to the opposite side of the woods and started his work calmly.

During competition, Younger lumberjacks could hear sound from the other side of the forest where older lumberjacks were cutting trees. He could hear the sound of trees falling on the older man's side. Young man noticed that at regular intervals, the sound of falling trees would stop from the older man's side.

Younger man took from this that the older lumberjack was taking rest after regular intervals to get his stamina back. Younger man took it as an opportunity and took even that time to cut more trees without taking any rest.

At the end of competition, the younger lumberjack looked at the pile of woods he cut and felt confident that he would win as he didn’t take rest like older lumberjack and continued to cut trees from beginning of competition till end without any rest.

At the medal ceremony the younger man stood there confidently that he would be awarded the prize of being champion of competition. Next to him was an older man who was looking much less exhausted than the younger man.

When the results were announced, the young man was shocked to hear that the older man won that competition.

Younger man turned to the older lumberjack and said, “How can this be even possible?? After every hour you would stop cutting trees and take a rest while I was still cutting trees even at that time and yet you win..”

Older man turned to him and replied, “Yes, I took a break after every hour but it was not just for rest but I also took that time to sharpen my Tools..”

Moral: In our Life we just keep on rushing to do things but forget to understand that we need to stop and let our-self rest and have time to think better and clear about life.

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