Stones in my Shoes

Once, when strolling, I happened to get a small stone in my shoe. After a few steps, I sat down to remove it. As I peered into my shoe, I could see the offending pebble. It spoke to me, and asked that I not remove it. It said it was important to have pain as I went about my journeys. So I left it there.

Soon, the pebble was joined by others, and I had several sharp pains to remind me of their presence. Enough, I thought, and I shook all of those stones from my shoes. Once again, my shoe was smooth. For some reason, though, when I continued to walk, I would still remember the pain. And so I became angry.