Poohsticks

Jesse never understood Poohsticks.

I told her it was a metaphor for life. “All the sticks get dropped together,” I said, “but some end up ahead, some behind. They can’t affect anything themselves, it’s just where they fell in the current. And the journey always takes longer than you expect.”

And I smiled, because I knew I was wiser than her.

Of course, that was before she released The Tao Of Poohsticks and became a multimillionaire self-help guru overnight.

I asked her if she was proud, and she shrugged. “Just flowing with the current,” she said. ”Water under the bridge.”