I tend to see many people in pursuit of happyness and I find it my obligation to finally bring my findings to you gentlemen. Many people feel this inner chaos, which I have felt for a long time. It's a burden which cause alot of mindpondering and confusion.
I was in such pursuit of my goals, that whatever the cost, I had to be the best. My competition was up in about a year and a half, but I was standing strong and confident. All my team mates, were competition in my eyes, which I had to beat. We all had this mindset, we weren't actually friends, there was only competition that mattered. As I trained, I was becoming the best of my group, my mind was so focussed on that medal...
I was arrogant and neglected my friends, and then it happened, I had an accident and shattered some bones in my leg. The doctors told my coach I couldn't enter the competition, and probebly wouldn't walk for about a year. I was devastated, my dream for the medal had shattered in a blink of a eye. I was so filled with self pity, that I didn't even meet up with my teammates or any other friends.
I talked to my grandfather after four weeks, the cast was already off but I had to use a brace for about a year, he saw what self-pity I had, he was mocking me about it. We got into a fight, then he told me to come with him. He took some stuff out of my closet and told me to tag along. I followed, considering I hated the fact I was having an argument with my grandfather.
And so, he drove me to the swimming pool, which pissed me off. I though he was mocking me even more, so I was shouting at him, he didn't listen and just walked toward the swimming pool. I went after him, limping on, shouting why he was mocking me this way. As we stood in front of the water, he trows me in and tells me: "You're gonna shut up now, and swim". I was even more pissed but thought "whatever old man" and swimmed some rounds. He had a towel with him, which he took from my closet earlier. We kept it a secret.
He took me every day.
After a month, he tells me to come to his place, and brings me to his courtyard. It was setup in a gymnastshorizontal bar. Yet again, I was pissed, cause he knew I couldn't enter my gymnasts competition. It was then he told me: "When will you understand, that it is not the goal that brings you happyness, but the road towards your goal. It is your decision to be in self-pity, or you can keep doing the thing you love even if its just a small portion of your capabilities. This boy, is your choise, to live the life of a person in pursuit of happyness, or a person who is actually happy. These things happen for a reason, you can choose to suffer or to become even stronger. Stop living in the future or the past, but live in the now!". I just went home... I was to stuborn... But later that week, I just gave in, the old man was right. And so, every night, after swimming, I practiced some gymnasts excersizes.
After 4 months I was walking again, no sticks no nothing, to where the doctors said I would barely be able to walk in a year. I started doing some harder tricks on the horizontal bar, but everything was still very exhausting, and finishing moves weren't a posibilety... But still, we practiced... I was living, not the future nor the past, but in the now.
I went to practice one day, to go look at my old friends, they we're all practicing really hard, even after the training was done. I told them I was sorry for how things went, that I wasen't really a friend, but an arrogant fool. We laid our piece.
After 6 months, I was finally doing some average to rookie routines. My finishing moves had a twist and flip to them. In another 6 months, the tournament would begin. I went to my coach to show him what I got, but he didn't wanna see it, he told me I was a fool and a danger to myself.
Yet again, I was in that same pit of self-pity, my grandfather said he had something for me but we had to walk a long way. I said okay, and I have to admit i was quite excited. We walked a long way, and had a good conversation about what I learned etc... When we were finally done walking after an hour and a half he suddenly say: "Here it is"
me: Uh, what?
him: Don't you see it?
me: Is it the view?
him: no, its at your feet
me: ... ... ...
Don't tell me we walked all this way for a rock?
him: why, I thought you would be happy?
me: Omg did you really waste my time for this?
him: Well you seemed so excited along the way I thought you would be happy
me: ... ... ...
him: I hope you understand the lesson in this, good luck boy...
I understood... It was not the endreward, but the journey that made me happy.
I went to practice that night, I did my thing without listening to my coach not to do it. He reaccepted me in the team and I had second place in the tournament.
*This is the story of Dan Millman...*
I was in such pursuit of my goals, that whatever the cost, I had to be the best. My competition was up in about a year and a half, but I was standing strong and confident. All my team mates, were competition in my eyes, which I had to beat. We all had this mindset, we weren't actually friends, there was only competition that mattered. As I trained, I was becoming the best of my group, my mind was so focussed on that medal...
I was arrogant and neglected my friends, and then it happened, I had an accident and shattered some bones in my leg. The doctors told my coach I couldn't enter the competition, and probebly wouldn't walk for about a year. I was devastated, my dream for the medal had shattered in a blink of a eye. I was so filled with self pity, that I didn't even meet up with my teammates or any other friends.
I talked to my grandfather after four weeks, the cast was already off but I had to use a brace for about a year, he saw what self-pity I had, he was mocking me about it. We got into a fight, then he told me to come with him. He took some stuff out of my closet and told me to tag along. I followed, considering I hated the fact I was having an argument with my grandfather.
And so, he drove me to the swimming pool, which pissed me off. I though he was mocking me even more, so I was shouting at him, he didn't listen and just walked toward the swimming pool. I went after him, limping on, shouting why he was mocking me this way. As we stood in front of the water, he trows me in and tells me: "You're gonna shut up now, and swim". I was even more pissed but thought "whatever old man" and swimmed some rounds. He had a towel with him, which he took from my closet earlier. We kept it a secret.
He took me every day.
After a month, he tells me to come to his place, and brings me to his courtyard. It was setup in a gymnastshorizontal bar. Yet again, I was pissed, cause he knew I couldn't enter my gymnasts competition. It was then he told me: "When will you understand, that it is not the goal that brings you happyness, but the road towards your goal. It is your decision to be in self-pity, or you can keep doing the thing you love even if its just a small portion of your capabilities. This boy, is your choise, to live the life of a person in pursuit of happyness, or a person who is actually happy. These things happen for a reason, you can choose to suffer or to become even stronger. Stop living in the future or the past, but live in the now!". I just went home... I was to stuborn... But later that week, I just gave in, the old man was right. And so, every night, after swimming, I practiced some gymnasts excersizes.
After 4 months I was walking again, no sticks no nothing, to where the doctors said I would barely be able to walk in a year. I started doing some harder tricks on the horizontal bar, but everything was still very exhausting, and finishing moves weren't a posibilety... But still, we practiced... I was living, not the future nor the past, but in the now.
I went to practice one day, to go look at my old friends, they we're all practicing really hard, even after the training was done. I told them I was sorry for how things went, that I wasen't really a friend, but an arrogant fool. We laid our piece.
After 6 months, I was finally doing some average to rookie routines. My finishing moves had a twist and flip to them. In another 6 months, the tournament would begin. I went to my coach to show him what I got, but he didn't wanna see it, he told me I was a fool and a danger to myself.
Yet again, I was in that same pit of self-pity, my grandfather said he had something for me but we had to walk a long way. I said okay, and I have to admit i was quite excited. We walked a long way, and had a good conversation about what I learned etc... When we were finally done walking after an hour and a half he suddenly say: "Here it is"
me: Uh, what?
him: Don't you see it?
me: Is it the view?
him: no, its at your feet
me: ... ... ...
Don't tell me we walked all this way for a rock?
him: why, I thought you would be happy?
me: Omg did you really waste my time for this?
him: Well you seemed so excited along the way I thought you would be happy
me: ... ... ...
him: I hope you understand the lesson in this, good luck boy...
I understood... It was not the endreward, but the journey that made me happy.
I went to practice that night, I did my thing without listening to my coach not to do it. He reaccepted me in the team and I had second place in the tournament.
*This is the story of Dan Millman...*