This is an old tale, but it hammers home the point that life is not a sprint to the finish line, but a slow, steady stroll through the pleasures we find along the way.
It was mid-morning, Thursday, May 16. A young bull and an old bull were standing on a hill, enjoying the patch of clover growing there. The young bull was in the process of ridding his intestinal tract of an over abundance of fiber when he looked looked down on the herd of cows who had just been released from the milking barn, and spied a young cow at the edge of the mass of black and white bodies slowly making their way to the green grass growing in the pasture of the north forty. He turned to the old bull and said, “Hey, Old Bull. Now isn’t that a nice herd of burgers on the hoof down there? What do you say we run down this hill and make love to one of those cows?”
The old bull lifted his head from the task he’d set for himself (eating his way into a nice nap), chomped down a few more times on the fresh clover he’d just filled his oral cavity with, and proceeded to move it around a few times, eventually tonguing it all into a ball in his right cheek. He spit a stream of cud juice into the grass at the young bull’s feet, knocking a bee from his sweet perch on a flower of clover, eyed his eating companion and said, “Boy, you need to learn to pace yourself. I say we take our time, and just stroll down this hill and love ‘em all. Yep. You need to learn to pace yourself.”
At that point the the old bull turned ninety degrees to his right and began his slow, meandering walk down the hill in the general direction of the cows gathered in the pasture below, mentally reviewing his notes of the ones he’d visited in the past, and the ones that still needed his attention.
The young bull thought for a moment. You know, that old worn out hunk of hide might be on to something. He ran to catch up with the old bull, and, his attention still very much locked onto the young cow at the edge of the herd, said, “That’s a good idea, Old Bull. Which one do you want first?”
The old bull stopped in his tracks, turned his head to the left, looking at the young bull, and said, “Boy, don’t you know it really doesn’t matter? They will need our attention sooner or later.”
That’s The Tale of Two Bulls. Not much to it, but it does bring up a very important question. At some point in your life you will have to attend to each, and every one, of those pleasures, dreams, goals you have set for yourself. How will you attend to them? Don’t let that attention be the attention of regret.