Today’s parable is dedicated to the fact that we often fail to achieve our goals, having practically reached them. There are not many croqs visible, a small zusilla and the axis of this place is reached… However, we don’t know sometimes that the meta is in charge and is going down the path….

We read, we try, we shyly recapitulate….

In one poor village a boy was born. They spend their days mindlessly, mechanically and monotonously, just as they walk to the sea like the other sacks of this dying village, with no sign of what they can do with their lives. And one fine night I dreamed of the sea. Having never touched the sea, no one could confirm that here in the world there is such endless water.

And if the young man declared that he was going to destroy the sea in search of his sleep, everyone twirled their finger across the crown and called him a navigator. Ale vin, no matter what, destroyed and manhandled for a long time, until they stumbled on different roads. Here he chose the road that led straight, and for several days there was a settlement, the inhabitants of which led a calm, prosperous life. When the boy told him that he was mandating, dying to know the sea, they began to convince him that he was wasting an hour for nothing and would rather be lost in his village and live as happily as everyone else.

Kilka Rokiv the young man lives in abundance. Just one night I dreamed of the sea again, and I realized about my undead world. Yunak decided to leave the village and hit the road again. Having said good-bye, he turned back to the road and again went in a different direction. Yeshov is long gone, until the great place. Burdened with hubbub and sternness and vitriol, you will be lost there. Getting started, working, having fun and then completely forgetting about the journey along the way.

However, after a number of fates, I once again got tired of the sea and thought that if I couldn’t live with the peace of my youth, I would waste my life. So he turned again to the path and chose the third road, which led him to the forest. On a small galyavina, a man shook his hat, and there was no need for a young, but beautiful woman, who was hanging viprana whiteness. Vaughn urged her to leave her, as long as her people went to war and didn’t turn back. The man has waited a while.

For many years the stinks have lived happily, raising children, and once again our hero, who, having already grown old, again had a dream about the sea. And having lost everything with which to tie up a lot of fates, turning onto the road and destroying the road along the remaining, hitherto unknown stitch, even steep and rocky. It is important for you to begin to fear that you will soon die.

Having fallen asleep at the foot of the great mountain, the old man decided to climb it, wishing to see the sea from afar from his dreams. After a few years, towards the end of our strength, we reached the top of the mountain. Unexpected spaces spread out before him: an old road and a village where the inhabitants lived a prosperous life, and a great place, and a woman’s hut where many happy lives were born. And in the distance, on the horizon, overshadowed by the sky, is the endless sea.

And, first of all, my tormented heart sank, I regret the destruction of the old one with tears, having noted that all the roads that led to the sea, and that only one of them did not pass to the end.

Good luck to you!!!

I Let your roads to the mark be completed until the end!