I'm going to tell you about the story of the fox and the grapes, by the famous, ancient Greek storyteller Aesop.
Once upon a time, a hungry little fox saw some fine grapes hanging from a vine and did his best to reach them by jumping as high as he could into the air. But, unfortunately it was all in vain, for they were just out of reach. Eventually he gave up trying and walked away with an air of dignity and unconcern, remarking, "I thought those Grapes were ripe, but I see now they are quite sour".
What do you think is the moral of this story? Should the fox have persisted? Or should we not reach for things that are not destined for us? Did the fox's attitude save his pride?