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Food For Thought | Episode 2

An American businessman was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village, when a small boat with just one fisherman docked.  

Inside the small boat were several large tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied, "Only a little while, Senor". The American then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more fish?". The Mexican said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs. The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?". The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my friends".  

The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You are obviously a very talented guy. You should spend more time fishing. With the proceeds, you could buy a bigger boat. Then with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats and eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the processor and eventually open your own cannery.You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village, and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise".

The Mexican fisherman asked, "How long will this all take?". To which the American replied, "15-20 years". "But what then, Senor?". The American laughed and said, "That's the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions".  

"Millions, Senor? Then what?". The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your friends".

Food For Thought | Episode 1

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They stated that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and placed them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes".

The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions - things that, if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter, like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else - you know, the small stuff ".

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, " there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, fix the disposal, and read BQ's replies to HPC factor posts. Take care of golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand".

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled: "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always time for a couple of beers".

He never forgot the words,
you whispered to him.
He never forgot the fondling,
and touching of his genitals.
He never forgot the typos
and misprints,
that were catapulted perpetually.
He never forgot the emptiness,
loneliness,
and welts that were planted without reason.
He never forgot the sufferings,
the tears,
and cheers of untold scoldings.
He never forgot yesterday,
even thou he smiles today.

Why, do you hurt me?
The lies,
the alibies,
and artificial cries.
I feel,
as if i am in love with an actress
and the world is my mattress.
I am asking, but you neglect.
Why do you hurt me?
I've earned the right to know.
Not the lies,
alibies,
and artificial cries.

What can i do?
I am alone,
afraid.
I know he watches.
He laughs,
make faces,
and i scream in fear
hoping someone will hear
but he doesn't care.
He looks my way,
and examines my plight.
Then whispers in my ear
"You wont sleep tonight".

It is the way i view things.
The world evict my home.
Forgive me Jehovah,
i have sinned and bled.
I often read between the lines,
then part like the sea.
my emotions distort,
screaming to be free.

How do i love myself?,
the master thought that ice skate through my mind.
Each morning i sit,
reminisce,
with no thoughts of bliss.
What will become of?...
My mind is trapped in its monthly cycle.
My nerves are thin,
for i am him.
The tiger who lost his stripes
during intercourse,
at a whole night f--k fest.
Horizontal,
no matter my attempts,
my core cannot tow vertical.
My conscience skips.
I am a rock tossed across the waters edge.
It's a hop, skip and a toss...,
and i am off like an albatross.
Never to be found.
Never to be looked for.
Never to be understood.

You know, these little tempting games we play, i mean, he's my friend, and you're his girl. Just yesterday he was a bona fied player, now today, well; he's shot down in love. You captured his heart, body and mind in its entirety, must be a beautiful thing, yet ugly beneath the surface. *Smiles* i laugh, because it's hard to believe my boy was the man like that. Bigger than life, certified and zipped to the extreme. Now sweetheart, it is you and i. Tossing fuel to the already roaring fire and skyscraping flames that exists between you both. Oh my, it is hot, intensely hot. You and i know, he shares intimate details, and he truly spares nothing, nothing of the sort, and that is what make things just that more difficult. It is strange you know, in that i was never the type to infiltrate a friends relationship, especially a close one, and in the fashion that i'm doing it now. But, them late night talks always seem to find a way to stimulate the mind, and oh yes, the ever so delicate and fragile frame that we hide beneath those layers of gentle fabric. *i take a deep breath*, my thinking is sooo modified girl, and that is frightening. I mean, he is in love with you, and i , well, i just want to f * * k you, and each time i think about it, it excites me even more, to the point, that my long and thick meat twitches with delight. We both know, the attraction between us is mad raw and animalistic. Should, or shouldn't we?, the questions that chews through the cranium. I don't know. Perhaps , we should simply continue exploring our bodies with each of our fabulous ten finger friends, what are your thoughts?, because i am at awe.

We talk every night. You say things that drive me bananas, and i, retaliate with similar. The comfort level is impeccable when we are together. The things that used to ail me vanishes whenever you come around. The world itself, i find it beautiful, and that emotion alone is very surreal. I now understand why he gave up the life he did when he met you. Sweetheart, you have me defenseless, vulnerable, and , for the most part, gullible, with the harmonious things you say to me. Jesus, girl, you are good. It is strange thou, because , at the same time, i have you open, very wide open, in every sense and meaning of the word, how corrosive is that?. I think to myself, geez, I'm such a dangerous mutha. The things i dream to do with you, i am a... (to be continued)