You
see, Momo, it's like this.
Sometimes, when
you've a very long street ahead of you,
you think
how terribly long it is and feel sure you'll never get it swept.
And
then you start to hurry.
You work
faster and faster,
and every
time you look up there seems to be just as much left to sweep as before,
and you try
even harder, and you panic,
and in the end
you're out of breath and have to stop -
and still
the street stretches away in front of you.
That's not
the way to do it.
You must
never think of the whole street at once, understand?
You must
only concentrate on the next step,
the next
breath,
the next
stroke of the broom, and the next, and the next.
Nothing
else.
That way you
enjoy your work, which is important,
because then
you make a good job of it. And that's how it ought to be.
And all at
once, before you know it,
you find
you've swept the whole street clean, bit by bit.
What's more,
you aren't out of breath.
That's important,
too.
from "Momo" by Michael Ende
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