2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43
I really love the fairy tale "The Ugly Duckling", I often ask it to re-read (revise the cartoon) to those clients who came with a request to improve their self-esteem. A very therapeutic, kind fairy tale with an important message. By the way, what is the message, in your opinion, lies in this fairy tale? What is the main idea behind it? Let's speculate in the comments!
In the meantime, I offer you to read another fairy tale, which also often causes a strong resonance among people with self-doubt, lack of confidence in their abilities, in their capabilities, as well as those who do not understand themselves, do not understand their purpose.
So,
The Tale of the Lost Falcon
It is not known how, but one egg somehow fell out of the falcon's nest. Fortunately, it was strong enough not to break, survived when it hit the ground. An egg rolled down the slope and rolled onto a warm meadow where horses were grazing. In this meadow, the falcon hatched from an egg.
He began to look around. All around it is light, warm, gentle wind, fine day. And then the falcon wondered: who am I? What is my name? What can I do? Where is my seat?
The falcon went to the horses.
- Who are you? the falcon asked.
- We are horses! the horses answered proudly.
- How's that? What are horses?
- But look how we can jump fast, at a gallop.
And the horses galloped. And it was very beautiful! Sokolik looked at how the tails and manes of proud horses fluttered, how the earth trembled from the clatter of hooves, how a smooth, muscular horse's body shines under the sun, how they rush faster than the wind.
The falcon also tried to run at a gallop, but where there! The horses neighing over him and concluded:
- No, you know, you are not a horse! You can’t run, you’ll make a bad horse!
The falcon got upset and walked on. I came across a pond in which crucian carps were swimming. The falcon saw how quickly they swim in the water, how they wave their fins, how they cut the water surface.
Here is the falcon, spread its wings, instead of fins, dived into the blue water, tried to swim in the same way. Yes, where there! Only the crucian carp barely lifted their scaly bellies with laughter:
- No, my friend! No fish from you! Get out of here!
The falcon was even more upset. But what to do? I went on.
I came to the forest. The trees are tall, the squirrels jump through the trees. Cleverly, they jump from branch to branch. It seemed very beautiful to the falcon. Dai thinks I'll try the same!
Only now the wings were in his way, only he would scatter in order to jump from branch to branch, but they get confused, cling to branches, it turns out very awkward. Squirrels laughed at the falcon:
- Oh, I made fun! Yes, a squirrel out of you is like a ballerina out of an elephant! A clever squirrel will not come out of you! You have no inclinations, no talent!
The falcon was even more upset. He completely hung his head.
Wherever our falcon wandered. Who have not seen! Over and over again the falcon felt his stupidity and irregularity, awkwardness, awkwardness.
And the falcon hated his wide wings, which prevented him from jumping over the trees, like squirrels and monkeys. And the falcon hated his strong beak, which could not release water and wash as the elephants did. And the falcon hated its hooked strong legs, which could not run as fast as horses. And he hated his feathers, which prevented him from swimming as quickly in the water as fish.
And once the falcon met two falcons. They were delighted to see him, called him to fly together, to distant lands, admire the fields from a height, warm wings under the sun, cut through the air, hunt, grab prey with their strong paws, drown it with a strong beak. Climb up to the very blue of the sky.
- No, brothers! Where should I go? My wings do not allow me to jump on the branches, but you offer me to fly! My legs cannot run as fast as proud horses do, and you are talking about hunting! My feathers won't let me float, but you say that they will help me fly! I'm not good for anything! There is no place for me on this earth, there is no place for me in the sea, there will be no place for me in heaven!
The falcons looked at each other and flew on. And the falcon was left to live with the thought that he had no purpose. Everyone has it, but he doesn't. Someone is swimming, someone is digging the earth, someone is running, someone is jumping, someone is flying. Anyone, but not him.
Apparently, the fate is …
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Usually the fairy tale ends with a happy ending. But in life it is not necessary. Because how many falcons persist in digging like moles? How many of them learn to run like horses? How many learn to jump trees like squirrels? Some falcons even manage to participate in competitions in running, swimming, digging holes …
And how many falcons have lowered their wings in vain attempts to find their place, to find themselves?
And you? Did you recognize yourself in our falcon?
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