And Then, Spare A Thought...

   As the season of none-stop celebration slowly winds down with just New Years Eve to celebrate – for reasons I’m not sure of, let’s, yet again, step back in time.
   Please spare a thought of sadness for all those celibate Monks an’ such.
   A new, young monk arrived at the monastery and was assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand.
   He noticed, however, that they were copying copies, not the original books. The new monk went to the head monk to ask him about this. He pointed out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the other copies.
   The head monk said, “We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.” The head monk went down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original.
   Hours later, nobody had seen him, so one of the monks went downstairs to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing, "We missed the ‘R’, we missed the ‘R’.”
His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably. The young monk asks the old abbot, "What's wrong, father?" With a choking voice, the old abbot replies, "The word is CELEBRATE.”

Quote;  Alek Wek.

“The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments. If you don't celebrate those, they can pass you by.”