THE TWO GOATS

TWO GOATS, frisking gayly on the rocky steeps of a mountain valley, chanced to meet, one on each side of a deep chasm through which poured a mighty mountain torrent. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. The narrow path would have made the bravest tremble. Not so our Goats. Their pride would not permit either to stand aside for the other.

One set her foot on the log. The other did likewise. In the middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.

It is better to yield than to come to misfortune through stubbornness.

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This is one of our fables this week, and the moral was Super-boy’s copywork today. It has me thinking a lot about stubbornness and people’s inability to move past “being right.”

We are always the goat, aren’t we? The one who is right, the one who knows what’s best.

We can’t possibly be that other goat. You know, the one who is stubborn, the one who is so obviously wrong.

My way or the highway. Is that you? It’s me more often than I care to admit. But, other than a fleeting sense of justification, how often has “being right” made me happy? How often does “being right” make you happy? Every person has control issues. Some are more severe than others.

How much have your control issues truly hurt you in the long run?

A lot, you say?

Perhaps it’s time to stop being a goat, period. I know. I am working on that one too.