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A nightingale was sitting in a tree, singing a beautiful song. An ugly old crow, who sat beside her said, “What an ugly song! Listen to my song.”
The crow proceeded to screech and shriek and make horrible noises.
Afterward, he declared, “See? I’m the best singer in the forest!”
The crow proceeded to screech and shriek and make horrible noises.
Afterward, he declared, “See? I’m the best singer in the forest!”
The nightingale politely disagreed. “No, I’m best singer in the forest–
everyone tells me so.” This began a debate. Finally, the crow said,
“I got an idea. See those pigs there?” The nightingale looked down
from her branch and saw several pigs wallowing in the mud below.
everyone tells me so.” This began a debate. Finally, the crow said,
“I got an idea. See those pigs there?” The nightingale looked down
from her branch and saw several pigs wallowing in the mud below.
The crow said, “Let them decide our singing capability. Each of us will
sing for them, and they can choose who has the most beautiful voice.
The pigs will eat the loser.” The nightingale agreed. They flew down
and asked the pigs if they’d judge the contest, and the pigs consented.
sing for them, and they can choose who has the most beautiful voice.
The pigs will eat the loser.” The nightingale agreed. They flew down
and asked the pigs if they’d judge the contest, and the pigs consented.
The nightingale cleared her tiny throat and began to sing the loveliest
song she’d ever sung. As she whistled her glorious tune, the forest
grew quiet, and even the flowers and trees seemed to be listening.
song she’d ever sung. As she whistled her glorious tune, the forest
grew quiet, and even the flowers and trees seemed to be listening.
Next was the crow’s turn. He puffed out his chest and proceeded to
shriek and squawk and squeal out his ugly song. Mice scampered
away, and rabbits dove into their burrows to escape the sound.
shriek and squawk and squeal out his ugly song. Mice scampered
away, and rabbits dove into their burrows to escape the sound.
With each horrible screeching note, the nightingale became more
confident of her victory. But when the song was over, the pigs declared
the crow as the winner. As they began eating the nightingale, the crow
saw a little tear in nightingale's eye.
confident of her victory. But when the song was over, the pigs declared
the crow as the winner. As they began eating the nightingale, the crow
saw a little tear in nightingale's eye.
“Why are you crying?,” the crow asked. “Is it because you’re dying?”
“I’m not crying because I’m dying,” answered the nightingale.
“I’m crying because I allowed myself to be judged by pigs.”
..
You need not the judgement of others. If you know what you are and
If you believe you are right, then go ahead. Do what you want to do.
Be what you want to be. If you want to live based on the expectations
and judgement of others, you will lose your life.
“I’m crying because I allowed myself to be judged by pigs.”
..
You need not the judgement of others. If you know what you are and
If you believe you are right, then go ahead. Do what you want to do.
Be what you want to be. If you want to live based on the expectations
and judgement of others, you will lose your life.
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