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WHAT DO YOU SEE?




It may sound unrealistically simple, but honestly everything good or bad starts with our perception. Our perception determines our corresponding response or action(s). By having the right perception, a problem doesn’t magically disappear, but we assume the right posture to keep our minds open to seeing the “good” inherent in that problem.

First is our understanding and acceptance of the fact that life itself wouldn’t be called life without its fair share of challenges. The openness of our minds to the acceptance of this fact absorbs us to a certain extent of any rude shock, when such challenges show up.

In every battle we choose sides – but more appropriately in this context, we must choose sight. To every coin there are two sides; every word has an opposite; every positive has a negative and every bad has a good… bottom line is shift focus from all the ‘ifs’ to the ‘cans’. Choose to see the possibilities in every seemingly impossible situation. And while this might seem unrealistically simple to some, it is realistically simple to others… it’s all about perception.

Notice though that perception doesn’t rid us of reasoning; so though we might view overcoming a challenge in a realistically simple way, the key word here is ‘realistic’. It means I’m open to reasoning to know that even though I willing to focus on the positives; I’m also willing to accept that it’s okay when not all my plans work out – that’s why we create backups and then backups for our backups.

Cheers!
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