Try Your Best And Perish
I once read a story by Mark Twain. A very smart and intelligent man. Now I don’t remember all the details. It was quite a while ago, but I will do my best to tell it according to the story.
Once upon a time there was a little boy, now this little boy was the most perfect little boy you would ever meet. He always obeyed his parents, no matter what kind of thing he was asked. He was always sharing and kind to his siblings. His main goal in life was to be in a church book. Now what that means is that he would often read or hear stories in church about good children, and he wanted to be like them. His only problem was, all those people were dead. But he thought if he just tried a little harder, he would be written about before he died. The sad part is, when ever he tried to do good, bad came of it. For example, while walking the street one day he came upon a blind man and a group of "bad kids." The "bad kids" had kicked the blind man’s walking stick out from underneath him, and he fell to the ground. Being the good child he was, the little boy rushed to help the blind man up, but upon doing so the blind man started smacking him repeatedly over the head with his cane. A little later, he came upon the "bad boys" sailing boats on a Sunday. Now he knew that it wasn’t right to sail boats on Sunday. So he went over to tell the other boys to stop, when he tripped on a log, fell in and almost drowned. But this did not dampen his spirits. No matter what, he would always do his best. Another day came, he was walking through the woods when he came upon a clearing, in the clearing were a group of "bad boys" He walked into the clearing knowing they couldn’t possibly be up to any good. When he arrived in the clearing, he saw they had a dog tied up to a bunch of can explosives of some sort. He immediately went to untie the poor dog, when one of the other boys gave him a huge kick in the rear, up he flew into the sky and exploded. It was later reported that parts of his body were found in nearby towns. He never was put into a church book, though he would never know anyway. Thus perished the little boy who always did his best.
This is a story from a book on Mark Twain, but it has been a while so forgive me if some of the details are a little off, and I assure you some are. Anyways, Mark Twain was a brilliant guy, you can’t deny it. Sometimes your best just isn’t good enough. So why try? I mean ultimately you will fail. I guess it’s just one of those things like, why live? You will eventually die anyways. I mean why do anything, why not just sit and do nothing? huh?huh? The world will come to an end anyway.
Once upon a time there was a little boy, now this little boy was the most perfect little boy you would ever meet. He always obeyed his parents, no matter what kind of thing he was asked. He was always sharing and kind to his siblings. His main goal in life was to be in a church book. Now what that means is that he would often read or hear stories in church about good children, and he wanted to be like them. His only problem was, all those people were dead. But he thought if he just tried a little harder, he would be written about before he died. The sad part is, when ever he tried to do good, bad came of it. For example, while walking the street one day he came upon a blind man and a group of "bad kids." The "bad kids" had kicked the blind man’s walking stick out from underneath him, and he fell to the ground. Being the good child he was, the little boy rushed to help the blind man up, but upon doing so the blind man started smacking him repeatedly over the head with his cane. A little later, he came upon the "bad boys" sailing boats on a Sunday. Now he knew that it wasn’t right to sail boats on Sunday. So he went over to tell the other boys to stop, when he tripped on a log, fell in and almost drowned. But this did not dampen his spirits. No matter what, he would always do his best. Another day came, he was walking through the woods when he came upon a clearing, in the clearing were a group of "bad boys" He walked into the clearing knowing they couldn’t possibly be up to any good. When he arrived in the clearing, he saw they had a dog tied up to a bunch of can explosives of some sort. He immediately went to untie the poor dog, when one of the other boys gave him a huge kick in the rear, up he flew into the sky and exploded. It was later reported that parts of his body were found in nearby towns. He never was put into a church book, though he would never know anyway. Thus perished the little boy who always did his best.
This is a story from a book on Mark Twain, but it has been a while so forgive me if some of the details are a little off, and I assure you some are. Anyways, Mark Twain was a brilliant guy, you can’t deny it. Sometimes your best just isn’t good enough. So why try? I mean ultimately you will fail. I guess it’s just one of those things like, why live? You will eventually die anyways. I mean why do anything, why not just sit and do nothing? huh?huh? The world will come to an end anyway.
posted by -Lenny- | 9:01 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home