Moved my Cheese

These are just what happens. These are the pain, not the suffering. The suffering comes from you. From you blaming yourself for being what they want you to be or expect you to be. These are just happenings. What gives meaning and effect to them is the stance you choose towards them.

You expect things to be always as they should be. For the cheese to always remain where you expect it to be. To never change place and never be taken to any other place. This is about who moves your cheese and how you react to that. This is how much you accept that you are incapable. This is about you feeling victimized instead of finding it an action in the external world that is affecting your world and simply needs to be addressed. It’s about you “blaming yourself” not to be able to influence their decisions. Just give a try, inform them and leave the rest to chance feeling kind of confident that you did all you could. But the result doesn't much depend on whether you did what you should have done, but instead what brought the desired result. It’s just the world. It’s not personal. There is no suffering about it. You don’t like it, escape it. If you can’t, take time to change it. This is about finding the effective way not doing your text book homework and sit back. And if the result didn’t appear as planned, be quickest to start the blaming and self-destruction process.

The pain, the external world, the facts, the people, are inevitable. But whether you let them make your life miserable, to let them make you suffer is optional.

The cheese moves whether you like it or not, or whether you expect it or not. But it’s you whom in the end sits somewhere mourning or eating yourself for the catastrophe or find a new source of cheese or find where the old cheese went. Let the lost cheese have you lose your walnut and almond and other delicious stuff or just  let it remain as much important  as it should be.

Totally up you. You have a choice. To flee, to fight or just sit miserable and passive.

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