I met the Hare who lost to Tortoise

๐‘จ๐’„๐’•๐’–๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š, ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’š๐’๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’๐’… ๐’‰๐’‚๐’” ๐’Œ๐’†๐’‘๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‘๐’๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘ป๐’๐’“๐’•๐’๐’Š๐’”๐’†โ€ฆ๐‘บ๐’‚๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’”๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’š ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’‚๐’„๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’†๐’Ž๐’‘๐’‰๐’‚๐’”๐’Š๐’›๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’—๐’‚๐’๐’–๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‘๐’†๐’“๐’”๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’๐’„๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’…๐’†๐’…๐’Š๐’„๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’.

Well ! No one has ever bothered to ask the Hare his side of the story, so let me tell you the story from a different point of viewโ€ฆ

I met the Hare and sat down with him for a heart to heart talk.

This is what he had to say after we spent the better part of a balmy summer afternoon getting to know one other.

It was a wonderful experience, believe me..

โ€œYes, I am the hare who lost.

No, I did not get lazy or complacent.

Let me explain.

I was hopping over the meadows near the hills and looked back to realize that the tortoise was nowhere to be seen.

Assured of my healthy lead, I decided to take a short nap under the large banyan tree near the pond.

The anticipation of the race had kept me up all night.

For days, that old silly tortoise had boasted about his ability to plod for hundreds of miles without stopping.

Life is a marathon, he said, not a sprint. I wanted to show him that I could run both far and fast.

The shade of the tree was like an umbrella.

I found an almost oval rock, covered it with grass, and turned it into a makeshift pillow.

I could hear the leaves rustling and the bees buzzing โ€“ it felt they were collaborating and even conspiring to put me to sleep.

And it didnโ€™t take them long to succeed.

I saw myself drifting on a log in a beautiful stream of water.

As I came near the shore, I found an old man, with a flowing beard, sitting on a rock in a meditative pose. He opened his eyes, gave me an all-knowing smile, and asked:

โ€œWho are you?โ€

โ€œI am a hare. I am running a race.โ€

โ€œWhy?โ€

โ€œTo prove to all the creatures in the jungle that I am the fastest.โ€

โ€œWhy do you want to prove that you are the fastest?โ€

โ€œSo that I get a medal which will give me status which will give me money which will get me foodโ€ฆโ€

โ€œThere is already so much food around.โ€ He pointed to the forest in the distance. โ€œLook at all those trees laden with fruits and nuts, all those leafy branchesโ€

โ€œI also want respect. I want to be remembered as the fastest hare who ever lived.โ€

โ€œDo you know the name of the fastest deer or the largest elephant or the strongest lion who lived a thousand years before you?โ€

โ€œNo.โ€

โ€œToday you have been challenged by a tortoise.

Tomorrow, it will be a snake.

Then it will be a zebra.

Will you keep racing all your life to prove that you are the fastest?โ€

โ€œHmm. I didnโ€™t think about it.

I donโ€™t want to race all my life.โ€

โ€œWhat do you want to do?โ€

โ€œI want to sleep under a banyan tree on a makeshift pillow while the leaves rustle and the bees buzz.

I want to hop over the meadows near the hills and swim in the pond.โ€

โ€œYou can do all these things this very moment.

Forget the race.

You are here today but you will be gone tomorrow.โ€

I woke up from my sleep.

The ducks in the pond looked happy.

I jumped into the pond, startling them for a moment.

They looked at me quizzically.

โ€œWerenโ€™t you supposed to be racing with the tortoise today?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s pointless.

An exercise in futility.

All I want is to be here.

Hopefully, someday, someone will tell the world my story ,

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—œ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ !!

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