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My Spirit Guide
He said, "In order to be prosperous you sometimes have to go out on the proverbial limb. The sun is setting. You must learn to take willful chances in life, or succumb to its mundane struggles to the end." Willful chances, I asked? He said, "yes, the kind that you do on your own. You've been taking random chances everyday of your life, so far, since the day you were born." "The trick is to be focused, like a steely-eyed wolf stalking its prey. You have to keep all your attention on what you want to accomplish every day." I said, "why are you telling me this?' He said, "because you have been doing it all wrong. The chances that you take are riddled with mistakes. You know you don't have many chances left to get it right before you go home." "Start by looking in the mirror. Stare in your own eyes and what do you see? There must be a look of stern determ- ination and the confidence to take the bull by the horns and face reality." I wondered, "where are these thoughts coming from? It is Sunday for heaven's sake. I really don't take life too seriously on that day...much less ponder on my foolish mistakes." I made it to the rest room that morning, shuffling sluggishly from the party of the night before. The mirror sets to the back of my bathroom wall about four feet after opening the door. I slowly walked up to the looking glass with my head bent slightly down. I wanted to steal a quick glance and surprise the one looking back. It was my way of grabbing the bull by the horns and taking a willful chance...to see the things I lacked. It certainly wasn't bloodshot eyes.
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