When you change the way you look at things, the
things you look at change – Wayne Dyer.
Update: The article discussed below has just been published at Tiny Buddha.
A friend recently told me the highly acclaimed Tiny Buddha blog was accepting submissions.
A friend recently told me the highly acclaimed Tiny Buddha blog was accepting submissions.
At first I
was excited at the idea but before I could even complete the thought, I decided
it would be a waste of time as they would never accept an article from me.
While it’s
true that may happen, there are infinite
other possibilities too.
How many
times have you given up on something before you even tried because you were
certain of the (negative) outcome?
Most of us
do this several hundred, if not thousands of times a day.
Whispers of
inspiration muted before they can be spoken aloud because we quickly decide it
isn’t possible.
But what if
there was more than that one (negative) outcome we already decided on?
What if
there was even an infinite number of outcomes, some even positive?
No need to
question it. There are in fact infinite possibilities to any situation, just
ask any quantum physicist. At any one time for any situation, there are an
infinite number of possibilities; we just need to change the way we look at
things, so the things we look at can change.
Like this
hillside (above) I’ve been walking every day. At first glance it looks like it’s
covered in what can best be described as desert ‘scrub’. That was the
conclusion I made about it and never looked at it again, instead I tried to
look past it, to the lake in the distance or the hills above – the things I
knew for certain were there and worth looking at.
Until one
day I stopped and began to really look at the hillside and right before my eyes
beauty emerged.
How had I
missed the bright yellow black-eyed Susans? Or the intoxicating scent of the fuchsia
wild roses?
The scrub
was alive with the buzz of honey bees, the flit of butterflies and dragon
flies: some turquoise, purple, orange even zebra-striped.
I no longer
noticed the lake or hills above. I was completely immersed in the aliveness of
the hillside formerly known as ‘scrub’.
I decided
to write and submit an article for Tiny Buddha.
There was
the possibility it could be rejected but there were other possibilities too.
And maybe
just being willing to see another possibility was enough. Maybe that was a
victory in itself because it would make me write and submit instead of give up
before I even stepped into the ring with resistance aka self-doubt.
I wrote. I
submitted. I was rejected. But given suggestions.
This was a
possibility I hadn’t anticipated.
An opportunity
to take the suggestions and run with them. Collaborate with someone I highly
respected and admired.
I wrote
again. Submitted again. And this time was accepted.
When we change
the way we look at things, the things we look at change. We just have to be open to the possibility of something beautiful in the scrub.
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