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My Journey With an Old Man

Have you been in a situation when nothing seems to work? You do the best you can but, instead of getting better, things seem to get worse and worse. Then you say to yourself: “maybe I am not trying hard enough”. You double your work, you wake up earlier, you focus more, but in vain?

Well, that has been my life the last few weeks. I won't lie and say that it is not frustrating. Of course there has been plenty of blessings lately, but it's been hard to focus on them when you are facing insurmountable obstacles.

After a while, I got tired of this and decided to take some time off for some soul searching. Then, I remembered a story that goes like this:

An old guy was sleeping, and his grand kids decided to make fun of him and put a piece of cheese on his nose while he was sleeping. When he woke up he exclaimed: “this room stinks”. He left his bedroom, went in the living room and found out the same thing: “this room also stinks” he said. He decided to go outside, maybe the backyard would smell better. Nothing changed. He then said: “the whole world stinks!”. Little did he know that it was the cheese on his nose that he was smelling.

Why did I remember this story? Simply because the whole world was stinking around me. It was time for me to see if I did not have a piece of cheese on my nose.

I stopped everything I was doing and, for the last few days, I can't count how many audios I have listened to, how many videos I watched, how many books I read.

In my search, I discovered one thing (among many). The image outside is the exact reflection of the image we have in the inside. If the image inside is an image of lack and limitations, guess what! We will see lack and limitation around us. Then, the only thing we need to change is...us. It is a tough pill to swallow to admit that I am the cause of the things that are happening to me, but at the same time, it is good news because it is up to me to fix them. .

That is my new mission. I am on the quest of changing me. Not that there was something wrong with me, but I got to change the image that I have of me. By so doing, things around me have no other option. They will have to change. At least I will change my perspective about them.

I invite you to do the same.

Moral of the story? Do you want to change your world? Just go to sleep and you will smell some cheese.

Always a pleasure

Patrick
The Journeyman
patrick@goalachieverscanada.com
www.goalachieverscanada.com

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