Ta-tahs and turtles

Tomorrow (or later since it's 12am now) is my last band concert with HHSB as I'm leaving next year. It will be 1218 which is a play on '1218 Overture' (oh yay Tchaikovsky!) We are going to perform 2 songs, 'Jericho' and 'Mononoke Hime' and I get to wear black high heels whee~~
Due to my continued absences from band practices...I am sad to say that this is the one concert which I felt the most unprepared...normally I would've practiced the songs so much that they are practically imprinted permanently onto my retinas, but this time I found myself looking at the music score too much rather then paying attention to the conductor >< Oh well little practice is better than no practice at all I guess and I'm still looking forward to tomorrow X) Many happy memories and Kitto Katsu to everyone performing...that's Japanese for 'to certainly win' HAHA bet you didn't know that and THAT is why Kit Kat is so famous in Japan. (A little side note there~)

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Anyhoo~

One day my mum hands me this packet of bread and says:'Time to feed the fishes, girl.' Let me explain this statement. There is a fish pond opposite my home. Actually it's just a pond but before we've even moved here people living in the neighbourhood have been dumping their unwanted fishes inside there. Not to mention unwanted mutant meat-eating turtles and unwanted koi. Yes, unwanted koi fish. Go figure.
The local habit was to feed them bread and since the fish were on perma-hungry mode you could always see them practically jump out of the water for a small morsel of bread. Sometimes if you were lucky, you could see a huge turtle snap up a small koi fish in its jaws and chomp it in half.
No joke, that.
My mum, being no.1 bread baker, always feeds her bread to those aquatic wonders. And being no.1 bread baker's daughter, I have the task of watching fishes scramble for bread and getting eaten by mutant turtles in the process. The fish, not yours truly.
So as I stood there idly throwing scraps of bread to the fishes, I threw a whole piece of bread on the bank. I'm not mocking the fish, those were for the small (non-mutant) turtles who could climb onto land. I waited but no eager turtle clambered up to eat up the bread and laff at all the other hungry fish. Instead, they were busy fighting with said other fishes for the bread inside the water.
Suddenly, one smart (and lucky) turtle spotted the bread somehow (maybe smelt it with its super turtle-senses) and started making it's way up the bank, hurrying like only a turtle could. It already had, as I noticed, a fairly large piece of bread in its jaws but it was measly compared to that huge chunk of wholegrain goodness lying just out of reach.
So that left the turtle in a dilemma. Enjoy the morsel that is already in its hungry mouth, or shamble forward to gobble up the bigger slice of bread. I stood there silently urging the turtle to just go forward a bit and grab that lovely bread, godammit.
Sadly, just as it was slowly deliberating, another turtle made its way up the bank and slowly moved toward the food.
In life, we often pause to hesitate whether we should put down what we have and reach for another, better thing. Sure it's better than what we are having now but most of us are scared of losing everything in the process. As we are stewing over this, someone else comes into the picture and grabs that golden opportunity.
In conclusion, ladies and gentlemen, what would YOU rather be? A contented turtle with only a bit of bread in its mouth, or a even-more-contented turtle higher up the riverbank enjoying its bread mania, just because it put in the extra effort?
Food for thought! :D


P/S: I am really thinking too much into two turtles fighting over a piece of bread. That's what too much time on your hands does to you :) Toodles!