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Aug 02

Back with a vengeance….

By Jeffery Seah | Blog , Road to becoming ME

Know when to quit

Know when to quit

After a 3 months hiatus, I’m now marching back with a vengeance. The past couple of months had seen my thoughts fluttering like the paths of a carefree butterfly, erratic and definitely conflicting, contradicting and confuse.

In life, we win some…. and we lose some. And sometimes our vision gets so clouded by a web of illusion.  We never know for sure do we? What seems to matter to us most at the present moment and into the distant future, is really that important and what we think it is.  Only time can tell.

Come on, haven’t it occur to you? Looking back at some of your life challenges 10 years ago, what seems to be so devastatingly disastrous then has molded you into the person you are today,….much better off.

Most of us have been the cookie thief at some point of our life. We perceive a string of incidents in our very limited inner world to be the bone-crushing truths and reality. Of what is right and the gospel truth. But are we? Only time can tell….

Oh, in case you’re wondering what was the “cookie thief” persona I’m referring to, it’s a poem by Valerie Cox that we can all relate to. I’d like to share it here…

A woman was waiting at an airport one night
With several long hours before her flight
She hunted for a book in the airport shop
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see
That the man beside her as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She munched cookies and watched the clock
As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking “If I wasn’t so nice I’d blacken his eye”

With each cookie she took he took one too
And when only one was left she wondered what he’d do
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half
He offered her half as he ate the other
She snatched it from him and thought “Oh brother
This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude
Why he didn’t even show any gratitude”
She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
Then sought her book which was almost complete
As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes

“If mine are here” she moaned with despair
“Then the others were his and he tried to share”
“Too late to apologize she realized with grief”
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief

Well, a warrior’s got to do what a warrior do. Instead of the average man’s beliefs of  do – have – be”,
(1) to do what we have to do first,
(2) so as to have what we want to have and
(3) finally in order to be the person we want to be.

We have to ….

Be like a warrior,
Do like a warrior,
And eventually Have what we truly deserve as a warrior.

The way I see it,

A warrior should always be who you really are and say what you feel, those who mind don’t matter and those who matter won’t mind.

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