Thursday, 19 January 2012

A story of two wolves...

This story originates many centuries ago, from a place where wise old Indian Chiefs would tell stories to the children of the villages to pass on their experience and help them on their journey through life.

The story begins with a wise Indian Chief sat around a camp fire with all the children of the village. He begins to tell the story which has passed from generation to generation about how each and every one of us is born with two wolves at our side. The children first gasp with fear at the thought of these wolves, but the Chief explains that each and every one of them has these wolves and their job is to guide us through life. One of these wolves represents beliefs which provide us with curiosity and an inquisitive nature and which help push us forward to achieve new things. The other wolf however represents 'limiting beliefs' and this wolf tells us things which cause us to doubt our abilities and which make us hold back from achieving our full potential.

The wise old Chief then tells the children about how, throughout our lives, these two wolves are in a constant battle for victory… sometimes one wolf will look like it is going to win the battle and then something will happen to allow the other to get an advantage. As the Chief continued to describe this ongoing battle between the wolves, one of the boys who was the youngest son of the Chief jumps up and says, “Father, father, please tell me… what is the end of this story? Which of the wolves wins the battle in the end?!”

The wise old Chief smiles at his son, pats him on the head gently and says “My son.... it all depends on which one you feed”.

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Walking a new way...

This blog post is something I found which tells a brilliant autobiography in five short chapters. My advice is to notice where you are on this street and take the appropriate action!

Chapter 1

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the pavement.
I fall in.
I am lost … I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter 2

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the pavement.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter 3

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the pavement.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter 4

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the pavement.
I walk around it.

Chapter 5

I walk down another street.