thedarkwithin

A man came upon another man in the woods standing before a wall. The second man's face was bruised and bloody from beating his head against the wall and he screamed in frustration at the wall.

The first man asked him, "What are you doing?"

The second man replied, "I am trying to get past this wall but it won't move and I won't stop. So I bash myself against it again and again and will continue until it yields."

The first man watched him and true to his word he smashed himself against the wall again and again and hurt himself more and more.

The first man shook his head. "The wall will not yield."

The second man gave him a dirty look. "It will. . . .I will make it."

The first man shook his head again. "No. . .you will continue and it will not yield until it wishes to yield and you will just hurt yourself more and more and waste more and more energy doing it until you change yourself."

The second man frowned at him but said nothing.

"The wall is the wall and you cannot make it anything else." The first man stepped back and looked around. "All you can change is you and how you see the wall." He stepped back again and looked around.

The second man, intrigued by the words of the first also took a step back, and then another. As he stepped back he began to see the wall in a different light. As he stepped back again and again, the wall shrank in size to him until he saw that the wall he had so vehemently tried to bash down was in fact part of something larger. Another step and he began to see it, and another step and he saw that the wall was in fact part of a step. Seeing the steps beyond it he stepped forward and began to climb upward over his problem.




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