Somewhere in a field a small potato lies there, his root still stuck in the soil. It was harvest time and all the other potatoes had been taken. The potato is very sad and alone. Why didn’t they take me? Wasn’t I good enough? 
Some time went by as a snail passed the potato.
Hey.. hi there… mr. snail, the potato said. Can I ask you something? The snail turned his head and looked up. Of course you may… The potato asked, why didn’t they harvest me. The snail moved his little antennae, seemed to be thinking deeply and said… You know, we all have the purpose of making the world grow. Eventually we all return as food for the next generation. You are lucky for not being harvested.
The potato didn’t understand and asked… what dou you mean by that? Well… said the snail, your fellow potatoes got harvested and they ended up on a plate, after people ate them they went through the digestion process and ended up in a sewer and if they got lucky in the water that gets cleaned and will be drinking water again or water for the field. This is the purpose for the next generation. You have been lucky that you get to do your part in the process the easy way.
Still the potato didn’t quite understand what the snail was trying to say. Consider this.. said the snail.. You didn’t got sliced, thrown in boiling hot water, chewed on and didn’t have to endure the digestion process. You are so special that you got to move on directly as compost for the next generation. The snail moved along and while doing so he said… it’s how you look at your place in life…If you got harvested or not, you always have a purpose for the next generation.
The potato was chewing on the story he just heard.. and after a while… a smile came to his face… Hm.. pretty special… if you got left behind 🙂
