Every year, before the rains, the people of that village held a basket-crafting competition where the whole village will select the best basket maker. The wining basket would be placed at an elevated pedestal at the chief's palace for all to see and sing praises about. it was indeed a glorious and prestigious honor for one to win the competition. For it promises a life time of fame, honor and riches beyond measure for the winner.
There happens to be a young man who had never participated in this basket-crafting competition. He was a newbie, a rookie, an unknown and a nobody in the village. He had a dream where a new design of basket was shown to him, convinced that this new design he dreamt of the night before would help him win the competition, he braved to join the tough competition. The basket he crafted was indeed quite different from the usual design that the villagers were used to, it was a deviation from the normal design, a never before seen design that got mouths wagging, head shaking and people scared that it must be something evil and for this reason, was described as an eyesore, a taboo and unfit for the reputation of the village by the chief and the elders who declared that the basket be thrown away to a place where no one will ever see it.
Days, weeks, months passed. Everyone had forgotten about the basket. Life in the village had returned to normal and the weird looking basket and its crafter banished from the village. One quiet morning, the village drums rolled in a manner never before heard. It was to announce to the villagers that the great chief is no more!
The elders of the village quickly gathered at temple of the chief priest to consult the oracle on how to bury the chief... as the custom of the land dictates, only the oracle will determine the burial rites and ceremonies for a chief and choose his successor. It was agreed that 15 able bodied men will travel to the great mountains to consult the oracle.
When they arrived at the mountains, the oracle revealed to the them the burial rites deemed fit for the chief and gave them strict instructions that only the basket crafted by a certain young man, the basket the chief described as an eyesore, would be used to carry his dead body and that the young man who crafted the basket was the next in line as the rightful heir to the chief's throne.
When the able bodied men returned and relayed the message of the oracle to the elders and the people, there was great commotion in the land.
Where will they find the young man and his strange looking basket ?
Our lives oftentimes plays out like the chief and his villagers. We resist new ideas, new changes and new methods. We throw away things we don't understand, things that may be the key to unlock the success we have been waiting for. We fail to accept it because that's not how its done. We worry about what people will say. We worry about how they would laugh at us, we shun innovative ideas that could change our lives because they don't conform to the norms and accepted practices and has never before tried. We stick to the familiar, we conform to what we know and what's acceptable. We follow others and feel comfortable doing what others are doing, even if we have no clue what it's all about. We stick to Ideas that are tired and cannot produce new results... we resist and fight change.
Like the villagers and their chief, life has a way of reminding us of these mistakes. Opportunities will present themselves and that idea that we rejected, the lessons we refused to learn because it was unorthodox, the plan we didn't try because nobody has done it before, that business idea we ignored because it was below our qualifications and people might ridicule us because of it, ends up being the key to unlock the opportunity.
Before you reject an idea, a job, an opportunity for whatever reason, always remember that the stone the builders refused, became the head corner stone and you'd never know if you never try. If it doesn't work out, you'd learnt something in life that you would have never known.
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