Life is like playing a violin solo in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.
Once upon a time, there was a poor stonecutter who lived alone. He was a pious, compassionate man and God listened to his prayers. He prayed to be rich and powerful. One morning he awakened to find he had riches beyond his dreams. He announced to the world, "I am the most powerful." The sun mocked him and said, "Are you powerful enough to make the plants grow?" He was not. The pleasure his riches brought him began to fade. So he prayed, "Make me as powerful as the sun." The next morning he arose with the sun, because he was the sun. His pleasure knew no bounds. He warmed the earth, made the plants grow, and scorched the fields of those who did