I'm not a tortoise. I'm definitely a hare.
I know, I know -- "slow and steady wins the race".
But slow KILLS ME ... kills my drive - it drags out the process,
and not slowly, I become nauseated at the thought that one single
goal is going to eat up my whole life and I will miss everything
else that I want to experience - the other varied dimensions of ME.
It's not slow that made the tortoise win,
or fast that made the hare lose.
What made the hare lose was cockiness; thinking he was so fast he could
take a nap here and there, and life would still be a "hare's breath" away.
So the tortoise only won thru dumb luck.
The hare only failed to meet that particular goal.
So I wish they would have ended the allegory on a more positive note for
the hare as well.
Here's my end of that story:
"... and the hare went on to run a whole new set of races.
Then fast and steady, with all that he had learned,
the hare went on to win more races than a tortoise ever could!"
