A man encountering a guru sitting at a fork in the road. “Which way is success?” the man asks the wise teacher. The stoic sage points down the path to his left. The man, thrilled at the prospect of easy success, rushes off in the appropriate direction. From the distance comes a loud “SPLAT.”
The man reappears. He is bruised and tattered. Again he asks the guru, “Which way is success?” Once again the wise man says nothing. He simply points down the path to his left. The man quickly races down the path for the second time. From the distance comes a much louder “SPLAT.”
The man returns crawling on his hands and knees. He is bloody and beaten. He yells at the guru, “Twice I have asked you about the path to success. Both times I followed your directions and both times all I have gotten is splatted!” He screams at the top of his lungs, “No more pointing, talk to me!”
The wise man calmly replies, “Success is that way. It is just a little past splat.”
