...chicken ego:duck armour...

...i was on a long mobile chat last night - about communication with a friend called the ego. when we talk to ego, the only thing we get is defense. so, the best thing is to agree with ego and we will not get defense. with the armour down and ego gone, communication can be so much easier. which indirectly relates to what no3 was asking me yesterday about supporting statements to his english class. it sounded something like; when we are with friends, we can talk easily and able to talk freely without much stress. talking with friends is not stressful because we can share ideas and able to communicate effectively.

little did i realise that it became the title of this post. because ego is not our friend, our communication becomes hard. lets not let our ego to do the talking. however if we are in the presence of good friends, true friends, beautiful friends : then ego will come as a friend. the presence of ego now becomes a trigger to make us realise and see things from another perpective. its complicated. maybe we can read the story which was adapted from a.brahm book.

...once there was a newly wed couple went for a walk together in the park on one fine summer evening after dinner. they were having so much fun time being together in the park until they heard a sound in the distance: “quack quack”listen, said the wife, “that must be a chicken”“no, no. that was a duck” said the husband.“no, no. i am sure that was a chicken,” she said.“impossible. chickens go cock-a-doodle-doo. ducks go quack quack. that’s a duck, dear he said with signs of irritation.“quack quack”, it went again.“see it is a duck”, he said.“no dear. that is a chicken. i am positive it is a chicken”, she asserted.“listen, wife. that is a duck. d-u-c-k. duck. got it?!” he said angrily.“but it’s a chicken”, she protested.and it went quack quack again.before he can say anything again, the wife was almost in tears, said, “that’s a chicken, dear”the husband saw the tears in her eyes welling up and suddenly remembered why he had married her. his face softened and he said gently, “sorry dear. i think you must be right. that is indeed a chicken”“thank you darling”, she said and they continued their journey in the park together again.quack quack, came the sound again through the woods as they continued their walk in the park together holding their hands even tighter.

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the moral of the story is that, who cares whether it is a chicken or a duck? it is not important to bother if that was a chicken or a duck. but what is more important is their harmony together; that they could enjoy the fine summer evening together walking in the park. when we remember the story, we will remember our passion in life. what are our passion here? it’s more important to have a wonderful walk in the park together with peace and quiet than to have an argument over chicken and duck. how many of us always argue over chicken and duck issues? how many of us have gone thru many separations because of chicken and duck issues? how many of us do remember our passion or goals than to fight over chicken and duck issues. more importantly, how many of us are able to say i am sorry just to get over the chicken and duck issues and have a journey together, building a greater foundation and solid environment.

the most difficult word to say is i am sorry. the toughest thing to do is to give in.if we can remember our passion and understand the nature of life, we can enjoy a walk in the park happily and everyone else happy. who cares if it is a chicken or a duck anyway...