There was once a writer who lived on the banks of a huge wild beach where he had a house where she spent time writing and looking for inspiration for his book.
was intelligent and educated, with awareness about the important things in life.
One morning while walking by the sea in the distance saw a figure moving strangely as if dancing.
As he approached he saw a boy who spent collecting starfish from the shore and throwing them back into the sea.
The man asked the young man was doing.
This he said: "I pick the starfish have been stranded and returned to the sea, the tide has dropped too, and many die.
the writer said: "But this you do not make sense, first it is your destiny, will die and be food for other animals and there are thousands of stars at this beach, you never have time save all.
The young man looked at the letter, took a starfish from the sand, threw it with force above the waves and said, "for them ... if it makes sense. "
is writer left a little bewildered, could not be explained and conduct."
That afternoon was no inspiration to write and at night did not sleep well, dreamed of the young stars mar por encima de las olas.
A la mañana siguiente corrió a la playa, buscó al joven y le ayudó a salvar estrellas.
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¿Y tú?
¿Ya sabes cuál es tu misión?
Abrazos del alma!
- Carlos -
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