Time is the most precious commodity
Peter and the Magic Thread.
Peter was a
very lively
little boy. Everyone loved him: his family, his teachers and his
friends. But he did have one weakness."
What was that?"
"Peter could never live in the moment He had not learned to
enjoy the process of life. When he was in school, he dreamed of
being outside playing. When he was outside playing he dreamed of his
summer vacation. Peter constantly daydreamed, never taking the time
to savor the special moments that filled his days. One morning, Peter
was out walking in a forest near his home. Feeling tired, he decided
to rest on a patch of grass and eventually dozed off. After only a
few minutes of deep sleep, he heard someone calling his name. 'Peter!
Peter!' came the shrill voice from above. As he slowly opened his
eyes, he was startled to see a striking woman standing above him. She
must have been over a hundred years old and her snow-white hair
dangled well below her shoulders like a matted blanket of wool. In
this woman's wrinkled hand was a magical little ball with a hole in
the center and out of the hole dangled a long, golden thread."
"'Peter,' she said, this is the thread of your life. If you pull the
thread just a bit, an hour will pass in seconds. If you pull a little
harder, whole days will pass in minutes. And if you pull with all
your might, months — even years — will pass by in days.' Peter
grew very excited at this discovery. 'I'd like to have it if I may?'
he asked. The elderly woman quickly reached down and gave the ball
with the magic thread to the young boy.
The next day, Peter was sitting in the classroom feeling
restless and bored. Suddenly, he remembered his new toy. As he pulled
a little bit of the golden thread, he quickly found himself at home,
playing in his garden. Realizing the power of the magic thread, Peter
soon grew tired of being a schoolboy and longed to be a teenager,
with all the excitement that phase of life would bring. So again he
pulled out the ball and pulled hard on the golden thread. Suddenly he
was a teenager with a very pretty young girlfriend named Elise. But
Peter still wasn't content. He had never learned to enjoy the moment
and to explore the simple wonders of every stage of his life.
Instead, he dreamed of being an adult. So again he pulled on the
thread and many years whizzed by in an instant. Now he found that he
had been transformed into a middle-aged adult. Elise was now his wife
and Peter was surrounded with a houseful of kids. But Peter also
noticed something else. His once jet black hair had started to turn
grey. And his once youthful mother whom he loved so dearly had grown
old and frail. Yet Peter still could not live in the moment. He had
never learned to 'live in the now' So, once again, he pulled on the
magic thread and waited for the changes to appear. Peter now found
that he was a ninety-year-old man. His thick dark hair had turned
white as snow and his beautiful young wife Elise had also grown old
and had passed away a few years earlier. His wonderful children had
grown up and left home to lead lives of their own. For the first time
in his entire life, Peter realized that he had not taken the time to
embrace the wonders of living. He had never gone fishing with his
kids or taken a moonlight stroll with Elise. He had never planted a
garden or read those wonderful books his mother had loved to read.
Instead, he had hurried through life, never resting to see all that
was good along the way. Peter became very sad at this discovery. He
decided to go out to the forest where he used to walk as a boy to
clear his head and warm his spirit. As he entered the forest, he
noticed that the little saplings of his childhood had grown into
mighty oaks. The forest itself had matured into a paradise of nature.
He lay down on a small patch of grass and fell into a deep slumber.
After only a minute, he heard someone calling out to him. 'Peter!
Peter!' cried the voice. He looked up in astonishment to see that it
was none other than the old woman who had given him the ball with the
magic golden thread many years earlier.
'How have you enjoyed my special gift?' she asked.
Peter was direct in his reply. 'At first it was fun but now I hate
it. My whole life has passed before my eyes without giving me the
chance to enjoy it. Sure, there would have been sad times as well as
great times but I haven't had the chance to experience either. I feel
empty inside. I have missed the gift of living. ''You are very
ungrateful,' said the old woman. 'Still, I will give you one last
wish.'Peter thought for an instant and then answered hastily. 'I'd like to go back to being a schoolboy and live my life over again.' He then returned to his deep sleep. Again he heard someone calling his name and opened his eyes.' Who could it be this time?' he wondered. When he opened his eyes, he was absolutely delighted to see his mother standing over his bedside. She looked young, healthy and radiant. Peter realized that the strange woman of the forest had indeed granted his wish and he had returned to his former life. 'Hurry up Peter. You sleep too much. Your dreams will make you late for school if you don't get up right this minute,' his mother admonished. Needless to say, Peter dashed out of bed on this morning and began to live the way he had hoped. Peter went on to live a full life, one rich with many delights, joys and triumphs, but it all started when he stopped sacrificing the present for the future and began to live in the moment."