Tortoise and the Hare

Since I was young, I've never liked this story.

As far as I was aware, I internalised the story far more than I needed to.

My teacher fed us the moral of the story:
As the hare, don't ever be self-conceited.
As the tortoise, don't ever give up.

But I was always uncomfortable at the thought: What if the hare weren't self-conceited?

It's a no-brainer: The hare would have won the race.

On the same grounds, the hare would already have far more potential than the turtle. Until the tortoise's limbs turned into hot wheels, the tortoise would never go anywhere with what it had.

I discussed this with my mother, who tried to shut me and my philosophical pursuit up with this: "It's just teaching you about attitudes."

Yeah... Okay. I get the drift it's about attitudes. But... I'm still very disturbed that the teacher's conclusion was that we should all be the tortoise.

I can't believe I'm feeling very conflicted and overwhelmed as I think more about the subject. I probably should stop my entry here before I concuss from thinking over some childhood story.