A short moral story I wrote when I was 20.

There was a man out fishing one day. It was a beautiful day and he was content. On one of his casts his line became tangled. The man tried to untangle his line, but could not. He would pull on one piece and then another, but the knot only became tighter and tighter.

The man grew agrivated and drew out his knife to cut the line. While opening his blade the man cut his fingure. While the man was sucking on the wound he saw a piece of the knot that he hadn't noticed before. He pulled on that piece and the knot came undone.

Thus in order to see the solution the man had to go through a moment of pain.