He fought hard for that room with a view.
All his life.
Every day was filled with sweat and toil.
He wanted to be the king of the building. He wanted the room with the view.
And finally the day came.
‘President’ – said the plaque outside.
He had finally done it. Youngest ever.
He could allow himself time to rejoice.
He was the king of the building. He had the room with the view.
‘What next’ – he wondered to himself as he tasted his success.
And then he looked outside and gasped.
So many buildings. So many rooms with a view..
He sat dejected.
‘What was the point of all power and position?’ he thought.
‘I am but a speck!’ – he cried out in agony.
And then he glanced up and saw a quote his predecessor had hung on the wall
‘Do what you can, with what you have, where you are’
He went back to work, in the room with a view.
A Learning a Day 