I feel like I jumped into the wrong but and went down the wrong stream. By the time I was well enough to notice I had been so far off my path that the turning back seemed impossible. I didn't think I would get there and so I didn't even try. One day as a boat of other sailed passed me pushing against the river. I realized that they had been further down the wrong river then I had been. Yet they were fighting against the current to go the right way.
What makes them better then me? Their ability to try. Their strength not to quit. I because jealous of them and the next time another boat like that comes by I said "I'm jumping in." Then I realized that waiting around and relying on the next boat was only putting me further down stream. So I made my boat head that other way. I was going to be the boat that others wanted to jump into, because they knew I was heading in the right direction.
I paddled hard and hard and still made no lee way. Then one day I saw a tree I had passed a day or so ago, and I realized that I had been going the right way by simply stopping myself from going the wrong way. That journey is far tougher then heading down stream, but that is why we have far more people losing the battle then we do winning. No one wants to work for it.
I paddled and I continued to paddle and I met a man who could paddle stronger and faster the me. I joined his boat and he carried up onto the right river. It's best not to hurry down the right river, because you can lose control. This is not a race to see who gets there first. It's a race just to see who makes it to the end, but your time is endless.
So get there. I'll be waiting.
