Sometimes I get this overwhelming feeling of failure and hits me like a sack of bricks. I go through the day with the intent to succeed, taking on one project after another stacking them up until I’ve got a tower so tall it disappears into the clouds.
I step back, glance up, and see it gleaming in the light. A huge grin spreading across my face.
As I stand there admiring what I’ve built, it starts to waver. Swaying ever so slightly, the top slides off and comes tumbling down, falling smack onto the floor.
I look down at the mess, frustrated. “What’s going on?” I ask.
Then more starts to fall. I jump out of the way thinking, “why is this happening?”
Then another falls and then another. The hopelessness starts to sink in and I fall to my knees; “why isn’t this easy?”
I glance around at the mess thinking nothing else could go wrong when one hits me square on the head and I cry out, “why won’t this work?”
One right after the next and pretty soon my tower is toppling. I try to grasp as much of it as I can, trying to hold it in place. It feels so heavy I just want to let go; I just want to give up.
I look around at the mess and feel helpless. “I’ll never accomplish anything.” All this time grasping at goals just out of reach, now miles away.
I sit back and sigh, “what should I do?” “Is it time to give up?”
I gaze up trying to find a new perspective when I come across this quote:
“If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.”
I think back to my tower trying, with all my might, to look at it a different way.
Is the tower really falling or did I make it fall?
I build my tower as tall and high as I possibly can but the truth is that I don’t need the tallest tower. I don’t need a tower so high that it disappears into the clouds. What I need is a tower so strong, so sturdy it won’t tumble down.
I need to change the way I see my tower; I need to build it a new way.