Golden Goose

This article was sent to me by Hubby some days ago.

Remember the tale of the goose that laid the golden egg? How the owners got greedy and killed the goose to get at what they thought was a horde of golden eggs inside the goose, only to find nothing but goosey guts?

Although the moral of the story is primarily about greed, the writer of that article took another angle, and took the goose, instead of the farmer, to represent individuals with unique talents and abilities. What if, he asks, the goose allowed itself to be victimised? The golden goose that allows itself to waste away.

I'm expanding the theory even further here - what if the goose has already laid its last golden egg, but the farmer is still expecting it to produce wealth? What if you've expended the last drop of your creativity and skills, and have nothing more to offer, but because of this crazy competitive world the farmer keeps urging you on, believing that your glorious past is still present well into the future?

I feel spent. I hope it's just a phase, and that this phase, like the others before it, shall pass.