A
rich man, fond of felines, asked a famous Zen ink painter to draw him a cat.
The master agreed and asked the man to come back in three months.
When
the man returned, he was put off again and again, until a year had passed.
Finally,
at the man’s request, the master drew out a brush, and, with grace and ease, in
a single fluid motion, drew a picture of a cat – the most marvelous image the
man had ever seen.
He was astonished; then he grew
angry. “That drawing took you only thirty seconds! Why did you make me wait a
year?” he demanded.
Without
a word, the master opened up a cabinet, and out fell thousands of drawings of
cats.
Excellence is a function of practice and time.
Don’t rush.
Those of us who are always pushing hard,
running up the mountain, may reach the top first only to realize we forgot to
enjoy the climb.
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