The quality of life that you
have is determined solely by the effort you put into giving your life value,
purpose and a reason – Steven Redhead –
The American investment banker 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 yellow fin 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.”
The American then asked “why didn’t he 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 amigos, I have a full and
busy life.”
The American scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help
you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger
boat with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats,
eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your
catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually
opening 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, “But, how long will this all
take?”
To which the American replied, “15-20 years.” “But what
then?”
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. 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 amigos.”
By: Steven Redhead
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