They say that an old dog went out for a walk. Not to hunt, nor to run away. Just… to feel life beneath his paws one last time. He walked slowly. Peacefully. No destination, no purpose, no rush, no panic. The kind of walk that has no goal, except to honour time.
But as he wandered, a young hungry leopard spotted him.
Danger was there. Cold. Silent. The old dog saw him from the corner of his eye. But he didn’t run. He knew he wouldn’t get far. So, he sat down. Slowly. With his back turned. And he chewed on some old bones that had been left behind.
Then he said in a loud voice: “Mmm… that leopard I just ate was delicious. I wonder if there’s another one nearby…”
The leopard froze. His heart raced. And without thinking, he ran away.
It wasn’t strength that saved the dog. It was wisdom…
But the story doesn’t end there. A monkey, who had been watching everything from his branch, got an idea. He ran after the leopard and told him everything, hoping to gain his protection in exchange for this “truth.”
The leopard, furious, turned back. The monkey, proudly sitting on his back, led him straight to the old dog.
But the latter, clever as a legend, had seen them coming from afar. So, he sat down again. Calmly. And just before they got too close, he murmured under his breath: “Where is that damn monkey? I sent him to fetch me another leopard, and he’s taking forever…”
The leopard froze. Again. He looked at the monkey. Doubt crept in. And this time, it was the monkey… who fled.

Moral of the story?
Life is not a race for the fastest. Nor a battlefield for the strongest. It rewards those who observe, understand… and act wisely at the right moment.
Those who don’t panic. Who turn their weakness into a weapon. Who don’t seek to impress, but to survive with elegance.
Because time doesn’t take away your strength. It teaches you to use it better.
And that… is a weapon neither muscles nor speed can match.
Every minute counts…