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Proving To Be The Best - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a land far far away, there lived a young warrior whose name was Chan.
   It was a time of unrest, for Chan’s countrymen where at war with a neighbouring country.
   Chan has always been competitive for as long as even his own mother could remember. Chan always wanted to prove he was the best whenever he did anything. He was handsome, strong, courageous and highly skilled in swordsmanship and hand to hand combat.
   After 8 months of fighting, the Ruler of Chan’s countrymen came up with a plan that if it were to be executed properly, it would win the war for them most certainly.
   Every warrior had their role to play in that plan.
   Chan’s role was to hide in a strategic position and spy on all the enemy warriors and to report back everything they were doing, while other warriors where given more warrior – like roles.
   Chan didn’t like the role that was assigned to him. He wanted a role that required him to be in the battle not studying and reporting it. He was a warrior and not a messenger. How was he going to prove to everyone that he is the greatest warrior in their country if the role they kept assigning him were roles meant for a messenger?
   Half way into the execution of the Ruler’s plan, Chan became fed up. He left his post and joined in the fighting.
   Chan’s decision cost his people the war because when it became critical for the Ruler to have a report on what the enemy was doing, there was no report because the person who they had given that task had left his assignment and had joined in the fighting in the name of taking on a more warrior like role. Because of that decision by Chan, Chan’s countrymen lost the battle and Chan was heavily blamed and he was executed as a traitor.
   We can all learn a vital lesson from Chan’s story, for Chan is a lot like most of us. We measure our success by the success of someone else. We always want to prove ourselves. We always want to prove that we are better than someone else or even everyone else. It’s like we interpret their demotion to mean our promotion and their promotion to mean our demotion. Their glory to be our shame and our shame to be their glory; even though we are on the same team. That’s just plain crazy.
   That is not the way of wisdom.
   A wise man would know that God gives every man a purpose – a destiny to fulfil. We should measure our success by how much we are walking in God’s will for us – how much we are fulfilling that destiny he specifically designed for us, and not how big and great our achievements are. For whatever we achieve that God didn’t tell us to achieve still doesn’t count. It is like a guy in school taking a test who writes answers to questions he was not asked, expecting it to fetch him more points and increase his score.
   Focus on your calling – your assignment.

THE END.

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