I read an interesting short story to share;
A young man caught a small bird, held it behind his back and asked, " Master, is the bird I am holding in my hands dead or alive?"
The boy thought this was a grand opportunity to play a trick on the master.
The Master replied "If i were to say 'dead', you would let the bird free into the air. If I were to say 'alive, you would simply wring the bird's neck and show me a dead bird." The boy dropped his head in shame
The Master then added, " Remember my boy, life and death is your own hands."
Moral of the story is that it is not your intelligence, but it is the direction of your intelligence that defines your life.
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