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The Banana In The Box

Have you ever heard of how people trap monkeys in India? It's really funny because it never really struck me as off or odd before but I think it is true.


They make a box and they put a banana in there. They fit a hole that is only large enough for a monkey to fit its hand through it.


The monkey smells and sees the banana, puts its hand into the box and grabs the banana. And with the banana in hand, it tries to move its hand out of the box but it can't. Its hand is stuck in the box unless it is willing to give up the banana.






But it's right there, in its hand!!! It thinks of ways to get the banana out of the box with its hand intact but no, it's stuck, alright.


The monkey's trapped. And they say that monkeys is the less evolved species of the human being – GAWD, they're right. Human beings act the same way.


That is the way we are, as human beings – we keep hanging onto the banana. We are trapped because we refuse to let things go, things that we want, things in our hands, things that we think we deserve and no one else does. We hang onto them trying to find a way to get it out remaining stuck in that situation.


Now you think I am being melancholic. Nah, me? Never. :-)


All I'm saying is that it doesn't have to be that way. We don't have to be stuck as long as we are willing to let some things go for the betterment of our NOW. If it's not ours, then it is not ours. Come to think of it, there are so many other bananas in the friggin' forest, dude! Why fight for the banana in the box?? Geezuz....


Now, go climb a tree and get a WHOLE BUNCH of bananas and let the banana in the box go.

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