"What!" cried the ants in surprise, "haven't you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?"
"I didn't have time to store any food," complained the grasshopper; "I was so busy playing music that before I knew it the summer was gone."
The ants shook their heads in disgust, turned their backs on the grasshopper and went on with their work.
Whenever I hear that story, I always relate to the sensitive and musical grasshopper, never with those mean and nasty ants.
It IS prudent to plan for the future, but keep in mind that tomorrow never comes. Every time I wake up it's always today.
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