A man had two daughters. One married a gardener, the other a potter. After a while, the father wanted to visit them and see how they lived.
First he visited his daughter, who was married to a gardener. He sat with her, they had tea, and asked her how she was doing in her new home. She told him with a smile:
"That's fine, Father, but we have one wish - for heavy rain. My husband works hard in the garden, but without enough water, the plants have a hard time thriving. If it rains, everything will bloom, the earth will be watered, and we will have a good harvest and a better life."
The father nodded, he understood her concern. The next day he went to his other daughter, the one married to a potter. He asked her the same question - how was her life, was she happy? She sighed and said:
"Everything is fine, Father, but we have one wish - that the weather remains dry. My husband makes pottery, but if it rains, our products will not be able to dry properly. If it is dry and sunny, everything will dry quickly, we will be able to sell more and live easier."
The father then just shook his head and sighed deeply. He realized something important - no matter what, someone will be unhappy. It is impossible for it to rain and be dry at the same time. It is impossible to please everyone, because what is a blessing for some, can be a misfortune for others.
And that's exactly how it is in Montenegro. Some call for rain - they want everything to be covered, for the past to be erased and a new world to be created in their image. Others cry out for drought - to tighten, to strengthen, to dry up what doesn't suit them. Rain is the right, drought is the left. And between them - we, ordinary people. People who want to live in peace, to work and not depend on political parties. Because parties should not be our masters, but our servants. The government should serve the citizens, not the other way around.
And how can we survive when the government is constantly swinging between rain and drought? When the people are suffocating from too much water or bursting with thirst? When we are suddenly swept away by a wave of senseless divisions, and then left in a dry wasteland, without hope and without security? Whenever they promise us something, we hope, but we quickly realize that these are just empty words, a game in which we always lose. And so it has been for decades - all the same, just under different names.
But, maybe rain and drought are sometimes good. Maybe they are there to sober us up, to make us think about how we shouldn't be. When the days are rainy, a person sits, thinks, fixes what can be fixed. When a drought hits, he realizes how important every drop of water was to him and learns to appreciate what he has. Maybe all those political storms and deserts we went through were necessary for us to realize that the solution lies neither in the rain nor in the drought, but in ourselves.
That's why we need balance. We need people who understand that neither brings betterment. We need those who do not play on extremes, but on reason. The civic center is neither rain nor drought - it is light. The sun that warms everything, but does not burn. It gives life, but does not suffocate. It allows us to grow, to progress, to decide our own destiny.
Montenegro cannot survive in constant floods and droughts. They will destroy us. We need moderation. We need politics that is not guided by spite, but by reason. So that we are not gardeners who fear drought, nor potters who are afraid of rain - but people who shape their own future. The balance is not in others. The balance is in ourselves.
Whose will Montenegro be?
The author is an economist
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