It was a brisk, clear winter day. I was strolling intently and stumbled upon a shiny office nestled in the forest. Curious, I knocked, and the door slowly squeaked open.
"Hello... Is anyone here?" I called. No answer.
I stepped inside. It was cozy and warm, and the smell of fresh coffee filled the air. A table caught my eye, glowing rays of sunshine coming through the window. On the table were three beautiful wooden boxes.
I lifted the lid on the first box and inside was a tiny, easy task. I picked it up and completed it right away. On the underside of the lid were the words inscribed:
"This task is much too small."
In the second box was a wondrous but massive project. I picked it up and it weighed down my spirit. How could I ever complete this? I thought, overwhelmed and trembling with fear. Then I saw the inscription:
"This task is much too big."
I returned the big project to its box and opened the third and final box. Inside was a perfect task, not too small, and not too big. I picked it up, and sat at the table.
An hour past and the task was complete. I set it on the table, beaming with pride. And then I remembered the box. I looked at the lid and it said:
"This task is just right."