Here's a story...I still like to tell stories...
A man is felled by a poison arrow in ancient India.
After being brought back to his home, his friends and family fret…They want to call a doctor, but the man says:
“Until I know the following, I won’t have the arrow removed from my body.”
“Who shot the arrow? Was it a king, a noble, a warrior or a slave? What is his name? Is he tall or short? Is his skin white, yellow, brown or black? Is he a villager or a city dweller? Is his bow an ordinary one or a strong one?”
While he asks on and on, the poison spreads and the man dies.
Many a time, when we try to solve problems, we go about in rounds, beating around the bush, and before we even reach the core itself, the problem has reached its climatic point, beyond hope of redemption…
Try not to be like that. :)
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