CLear the cobwebs. Let go of those thoughts that weigh you down. Let go of the EGO. Open your heart and build bridges. Every person who walks into your life is a teacher As long as you are breathing, school is in session! There once was a happy monkey wandering the jungle, eating delicious fruit when hungry, and resting when tired. One day he came upon a house, where he saw a bowl of the most beautiful apples. He took one in each hand and ran back into the forest. He sniffed the apples and smelled nothing. He tried to eat them, but hurt his teeth. They were made of wood, but they were beautiful, and when the other monkeys saw them, he held onto them even tighter. He admired his new possessions proudly as he wandered the jungle. They glistened red in the sun, and seemed perfect to him. He became so attached to them, that he didn't even notice his hunger at first. A fruit tree reminded him of his hunger, but he felt the apples in his hands. He couldn't bear to set them down to reach for the fruits. In fact, he couldn't relax, either. The apples became heavier, and the poor little monkey thought about leaving them behind. He was tired, hungry, and he couldn't climb trees or collect fruit with his hands full. What if he just let go? Letting go of such valuable things seemed crazy, but what else could he do? He was so tired. Seeing the next fruit tree, and smelling it's fruit was enough. He dropped the wooden apples and reached up for his meal. He was happy again. Like that little monkey, we sometimes carry things that seem too valuable to let go. A man carries an image of himself as "productive" - carries it is like a shiny wooden apple. But in reality, his business leaves him tired, and hungry for a better life. Still, letting go seems crazy. Even his worries are sacred apples - they prove he's "doing everything he can." But still he holds onto them compulsively. Then we have our own "ego". Why should I bow to him? Why should I be the first one to talk to him? I am no ordinary being. I am rich. I am powerful. I am handsome. I am someone. Definitely, I am not an ordinary being. This is a hard thing to see. We identify so strongly with our things that a broken bench can mean a personal insult, coming unkempt to school is a disregard for education, and not paying fees is seen as ...? How much more powerfully do we identify with our beliefs and self-ideas? Yet they don't always feed our souls, do they? And we become tired of defending them. Remember, let go of your wooden apples. Pride, prejudice, self-image, ego, one-up-man-ship, only I am right and everyone else is wrong, these block the creative forces of nature from reaching you. Open up and clear your hearts.