Over 16,528,400 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
A couple of cenuries ago there was a small village of monks. At the center of the village there was a huge golden statue of budah. It was the center peice of their lives. When word got out that there was a tribe of Monguls raging towards their village they knew they had to do something. The monguls were terrorizing villages on a path straight towards them. So everyday that the monguls got closer they would put clay over the budah. Everyday the monguls got closer they would cover up a little more of the gold until finally it appeared to be just a giant clay budah. Eventually the monguls reached the monks small village. When they got there, they terrorized, robbed, raped, pillaged, and burnt the small village to the ground after murdering all the monks. Seeing a giant clay budah, there was no value to it, and it was to much work to tear down or do anything to it so they left it.
Some time ago, I don't know ten twenty fifty years, I'm not sure, a group found the giant clay budah. While resaerching the area they set up camp. One night, one of the resaerchers saw a tiny shimmer coming from the budah. He called the rest of the group over, and they investigated the giant statue. Slowly after weeks of careful work, they chipped, they filed, they dusted untill they revealed the giant golden stucture.
The moral. The golden budah is you, your youth, your inocence, everything good inside of you. The clay is life. All the failed dreams, the women doin the things that women do. The guy who cuts you off in the fast lane, work, school, kids, bills, fear, doubt, and everything else life throws at you. The list goes on and on, and is different for everyone. Now, do you want that clay to consume you, or do you want your golden budah to shine?
