The moment we can walk confidence comes into play because we’re willing to pull ourselves up onto two legs and head towards a beckoning parent at top speed without any sort of visible control, shows that at the very least we have faith/confidence in our parents to protect us from harm. That’s confidence. Luckily, while we’re growing we have our parents to protect us from the rough and tumble of the world, it’s only when we reach a certain height and a certain age that confidence becomes a problem. We meet new challenges, new experiences and just at the moment we need it, confidence ups and goes on holiday.
A Race to get to the top of the pile and on the way up, do as much damage to those we pass along the way so that they don’t get any ideas about catching us up and worse still, overtaking. There’s no doubt that it’s a cruel world and many of us become casualties. The walking wounded. Hurt and damaged by life we retreat, accept our lot and disappear into the fog of life. Which is downright stupid, because, of course, it needn’t be like that. What has happened, if we were to stop and think about it, is that we have merely been offered the opportunity to learn a lesson. What we have done, cut to the quick and hurt, is turn our back on it.
Somehow, along the way we have taken it all personally. We have taken the wound that life has dealt to us ,to heart. We have missed the point. The Incident, whatever it was, was an opportunity that we have missed. When we should have took note/s we choose to ignore the free lesson and yes I know it’s a cliche, retreated into our shell. The classic one step forward , two steps back. What we should have done was taken The Incident on board, thought about it, and if it really, really hurt us as much as we thought, changed things so that it wouldn’t catch us out again.
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