Prisoner Of The Mind

 
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There is an ancient tale about a man who has spent most of his life in prison, staring at the steel bars and heavy door that hold him. One day for some unknown reason he gets up and walks to the door. As he grabs the bars he sees the key in the lock, turns it and the door opens. He looks around. The guards are gone. He hurries out and runs away, finally free to do whatever he wishes.

 

It’s easy in difficult times, to feel as if we’re imprisoned by circumstance, or restricted by our own fears or by the pandemic. In truth, sometimes we are really only prisoners of our own mind and our own making.

 

It’s true. More often than not, the choice is ours.

 

Yes, there are many things we can’t do right now, but there are many, many more that we CAN.

 

I could not hug my son at Thanksgiving, but I saw the love in his eyes and his smile.

 

We may not eat at the same table but the same world still turns for us all.

 

We can’t travel to exotic places, but we can walk and rediscover our neighborhoods.

 

We can’t do this and we can’t do that, but we can do everything else.

 

When you find things you can’t do… focus instead on the things you can.

 

-go for a brisk walk

-ride a bike as fast as you can downhill

-hike a favorite trail

-plant something pretty

-learn how to do something you’ve always wanted to learn

-Turn off your phone for an hour and read

 

If you’ve always wanted to write a book, write it.

 

Someone I know is playing guitar better than ever before.

 

Somebody else is starting their business today.

 

Someone else is sitting alone at home waiting for your call. Call them now.

 

Be grateful for all you CAN do. Change your focus. Check the bars and the doors that hold you. They just might be unlocked and you had the key the whole time. 

 

True freedom lies within. 


When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change…

Thank you for reading and sharing and remember to always go where the love is, Susan