Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Who moved my cheese?

I realized that little book applies to my life now...

I found my cheese. I didn't think it was possible to find the cheese I found, so I was completely blind to the supply of cheese getting smaller and smaller... When it was gone, I was shocked... I stuck around and hoped the cheese would come back some how. I wanted my cheese back, nothing else was enough.
But I was the mistaken mouse.. I should have gotten my running shoes on and kept looking for cheese, all the while knowing that one day, as long as I kept moving, I would find my cheese again.

We want to savor the good things we come by in life.. But unfortunately, life's good things seem to come in waves. Waiting for another wave to come will only leave you alone and frustrated. You have to keep going and let the waves come to you...
Even though I found the best cheese there is, its gone-and there's nothing I can do about it.
So I can't let myself sit at my cheese hut and wait for cheese to come back, I have to continue my life the way I was before I found my cheese.

When I come across my cheese again, I will stop and enjoy it, while I can...

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