I am at a crossroads of two streets as many of you are. I'm tempted to go down the same one I've walked for 15 years... .it's a habit. I know that street. It's full of bomb-holes where landmines have gone off after I step on the triggers. I've learned to walk around most of the old holes... .but I can't stop stepping on the seemingly unlimited triggers dammit! I think its best to get off this roller coaster path of up/down as I go in and out of these holes, it has made me sick. I need to be well.
It's time to walk down a new street.I read this when I'm temped to recycle. It has been helpful to me and I want to pass it along.
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Autobiography In Five Short Chapters from "The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying"
Chapter I[/b]
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost... .I am hopeless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter III walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in this same place.
But it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter IIII walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in... .it's a habit... .but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter IVI walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter VI walk down another street.
- Portia Nelson
