A little Story

[outlier_lynn]

A friend of mine tells a story about life that goes something like this:


Watch a baby when it is teaching itself to walk. First it pulls itself up to standing position using furniture. But it can't stand for long. Wobble, wobble, plop right down on its butt. Then it tries again and again and again. Finally it can stand for extended periods of time.

Next the baby takes a step while still holding on to the table or couch. Plop. Right down on its butt again. Over and over and over. Soon the kid is moving pretty good around the room holding onto the furniture. Then comes the first step away from the furniture. Plop.

Over and over and over.

Eventually, the kid learns to walk, then run.

Watch any kid under the age of five teaching themselves a new skill. They practice and practice and practice. They stand in the face of no results long enough to get results.

If an adult was trying to learn to walk, how many plops before the adult says, "I guess I wasn't meant to walk, I'll just crawl. I'm pretty good at that."

Who taught us to give up on ourselves?

Comments

[rintropy.livejournal.com]

along similar lines...

when all you've got is a hammer, your problems begin to look like nails

we forget that we have the hammer to begin with.

it's tough to remember the solution when you can't identify the problem.

perhaps "life is my nail" should be a mantra.

[esyla.livejournal.com]

That's some damned good advice.

[illian.livejournal.com]

That's really good.

Hmm, must remember to show mom when I get home. She'd like it.