Once upon a time, many thousands of years ago, there was a young boy who frequently went down to the river. He would sit and watch the water birds and swans and ducks playing and feeding.
He marveled at their beauty. He would watch spring dawn and new life hatch. Young, baby birds squeaking and frolicking in the water. Playing and chasing after their mother and she sought out food for them.
And as he would watch, he would notice a young duckling or similar water bird suddenly be snatched by a large fish beneath the waves and ripples of the water.
He would see birds of prey swoop down and snatch away another young one. He would be sad and angry and throw sticks and stones at the giant bird.
But then he realised, as he watched over time, the whole cycle of nature. Sure, a little duckling would be taken by a fish or a bird but that fish and that bird where feeding their own young.
There was a constant recycling. A food chain. There were more water birds than wild birds of prey. And so it started to make sense to him.
Sometimes, the ducks would have two batches of babies in a summer. But the larger birds would only ever have one and there would only be 2 or 3 youngsters.
He learnt all about nature as he just sat and watched and marveled. He realised that he too needed to be strong and resilient otherwise he would become food for something bigger and more powerful than him.
Perhaps a jaguar or crocodile. Everyone needed to eat. Everyone had someone to feed. While he marveled at way of this for the animals on and near the river, he noticed more inland how there was a battle of the animals.
The males would fight to prove their strength and then mate with all the females. Proving he was the best and strongest.
The females all wanted strong and healthy babies that stood the best chance of survival. Soon, he was not sad when he saw death for he knew that in nature nothing was wasted.
It always fed others which helped them grow and thrive in the harsh world of nature. He took the lessons from nature and made sure he trained himself.
He learnt many skills from the elders and would run and lift logs to make himself strong. He out worked the others for he knew he had to be the strongest if he wanted to have strong children.
Human life, even in those days was not quite as harsh as nature but none the less, the girls noticed his hard work and determination. They saw his ambition and his will and they liked it.
He would often have to fight older boys who were always trying to put him down a peg or two but it only made him stronger.
Soon, he was beating the older boys and he became a fiercesome warrior. But with it, he was also wise and observant.
Nature taught him so much about living in the moment and being aware of your surroundings at all times. It taught him that the weak became food. He learnt that you had to be clever to survive.
He became successful and wealthy due to his work ethic. But the important thing was that his work ethic came from an authentic place.
It did not come from a place of trying to prove himself or from some other self-limiting belief system. He thrived and taught others the same lessons he had learnt.
Some resisted and learnt the old way. Sometimes paying the ultimate price. But those that listened and learnt the lessons of the forest and the animals on the river, became strong, resilient and clever.
This made the whole tribe stronger. This made them strong and healthy. Just like it did with the birds and other animals in nature.
In memory of my beautiful friend below that touched my heart...
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good stuff Colin, but for us mortals the dirtnap is still coming, lol