The Chicken

Once upon a time, there was a large mountainside, where an eagle’s nest rested. The eagle’s nest contained four large eagle eggs. One day an earthquake rocked the mountain causing one of the eggs to roll down the mountain, to a chicken farm, located in the valley below. The chickens knew that they must protect and care for the eagle’s egg, so an old hen volunteered to nurture and raise the large egg.

One day, the egg hatched and a beautiful eagle was born. Sadly, however, the eagle was raised to be a chicken. Soon, the eagle believed he was nothing more than a chicken.

The eagle loved his home and family, but his spirit cried out for more. While playing a game, on the farm one day, the eagle looked to the skies above and noticed a group of mighty eagles soaring in the skies.

“Oh”, the eagle cried, “I wish I could soar like those birds”. The chickens roared with laughter, “You cannot soar with those birds! You are a chicken and chickens do not soar”.

The eagle continued staring, at his real family up above, dreaming that he could be with them. Each time, the eagle would let his dreams be known, he was told it couldn’t be done and that is what the eagle learned to believe. The eagle, after some time, stopped dreaming and continued to live his life like a chicken. Finally, after a long life as a chicken, the eagle passed away.

You become what you believe you are, so if you ever dream to become an eagle, follow your dreams and not the words of a chicken.

(Source : Unknown)


A German once visited a temple under construction where he saw a sculptor making an idol of
God. Suddenly he noticed a similar idol lying nearby. Surprised, he asked the sculptor, “Do you
need two statues of the same idol?” “No,” said the sculptor without looking up, “We need only
one, but the first one got damaged at the last stage.” The gentleman examined the idol and found
no apparent damage. “Where is the damage?” he asked. “There is a scratch on the nose of the
idol.” said the sculptor, still busy with his work. “Where are you going to install the idol?”
The sculptor replied that it would be installed on a pillar twenty feet high. “If the idol is that far, who is going to know that there is a scratch on the nose?” the gentleman asked. The sculptor stopped his work, looked up at the gentleman, smiled and said, “I will know it.” The desire to excel is exclusive of the fact whether someone else appreciates it or not.

“Excellence” is a drive from inside, not outside. Excellence is not for
someone else to notice but for your own satisfaction and efficiency.

(Source : Unknown)