For the last few weeks, I have been reading a book entitled Three Cups of Tea, a true story in which in the depth of failure a mountaineer finds direction. The book is amazing and is the motivation in my participation with the Pennies for Pakistan campaign. I recommend it (both the book and supporting Pennies for Peace).
You would think that the story has been motivation for me to keep a positive perspective. However, this has hardly been the case of late. Bad news seems to drop in threes,
and fours,
and fives.
There are moments in life when a man feels like a complete failure....
And then there are opportunities to rise above.
I sometimes believe that the older I get the fewer options I have. That the doors that have been broken down have been replaced by stronger doors with bigger locks. I'm talking heavy duty doors with heavy duty locks, bullet-proof 'effing deadbolts. Doors can really suck the life out of you.
But the problem isn't the door. It's not a lack of options... it's me.
Ships can be steered to go left or right. However, for this to be accomplished the ship has to be moving forward.
This is where I have been blowing it. Focused on goals, making plans and banging on doors (that were perhaps meant to never open), I've been standing idle, when I should have kept moving.
And all I can do right now is keep moving... there, the option I thought I didn't have.
The plan: a change of plan. After all, if you fail to plan, plan to fail. And, I plan on failing, at least a few more times... but I promise to get back up, dust myself off and keep my feet moving.
The sea calls. The wind is right. It's time for this old man to set sail.
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