Life is not a mystery…we are the architects of our own destiny…
The daffodil that greets you sunshine-yellow one morning has spent months hidden from sight developing that flower, years growing as a plant, millions of years evolving…
Nothing happens quickly.
The onset of the World Wars, in retrospect were predictable, as was the beginning of any war, or the stock market crash of 1939, or the global recession of 2008, or the French Revolution,… you name it.
Pick any catastrophic social event and in retrospect it is clear to see that it was created by people, tiny action by tiny action, micro-event by micro-event over years.
Nothing happens without a bundle of tiny precursor events over a long period of time… Nothing happens quickly.
The point I am trying to make is that life is not as mysterious as it appears,... the future is largely predictable if one understands the current and past tiny events, and how they meld together to create future events.
And therefore, if you choose to control certain tiny events, you can create a determined future...
And therefore, if you choose to control certain tiny events, you can create a determined future...
If we understand that nothing happens quickly and that future circumstances are a result of tiny actions over long periods of time we then realise that we are truly the architects of our own destiny.
This is a very liberating realisation. in effect it indicates that almost anything is possible.
A couple of things to leverage the above:
- Don’t fear dreaming big, but remember that the greater the change the greater the time required
- All change happens slowly
- The only way to change the future is by making small permanent incremental changes in the way you live your life
- Changes seem to have a compound effect - this is good news...
- Be sure you are doing the right small things to move change in the direction you desire
- It’s prudent to start by understanding your values - if accurately understood and articulated, these will lead to the change you really want to make happen