The two continued to walk and the smiles gradually washed from their faces. A gentle sea breeze eased it’s way across, accompanied by the gush of nearby bushes. Several minutes past when the older man said, ‘I was just being stubborn you know’.
He spoke with more than a hint of regret in his voice. It was clear the thought was something he had recognised long ago though had never vocalised, let alone acted upon. The younger of the two remained quiet, managing to keep several quick witted remarks to himself.
‘Change is possible at any age. There’s truth in the fact that it’s a greater challenge to change old habits but it’s doable.’
The old man was looking at the path ahead. His face grappling with the notion.
‘I know I’m stubborn. Hell, I’m proud of it; it’s one of the reasons I’ve thrived as a businessman. Though it does have its negatives.’
‘Change is always possible, son,’ he repeated as he lifted his gaze.
‘Pride has stopped me from changing in the past and has led to more harm than good. It’s stunted my ability to grow and become a better man,’ he spoke sadly and softly.
The older man turned his head towards the younger man and said, ‘Learn from my mistakes, son. Learn to compromise’.
The younger of two nodded, promising to keep this advice close to heart.