Last Wednesday I was dealt a big and hard blow, which had me on the slippery and dangerous slope of self-pity. It had me completely numb and went as far as thinking I may have chosen the wrong purpose.
Typically, I’d go for a run or workout or golf to work through anything, but doctors orders won’t allow me to. I went to the next best thing, reading to lift my spirits up, and was reminded never to go down the road of self-pity by this classic gem of a poem.
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I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.
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I’ll definitely endeavor to be more like a small bird through each blow life brings, never feeling sorry for myself. I hope you do too.
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