The other day I was asked, “When does it get easier?”. I replied, half-sarcastically, from a Zen perspective: “It will get easy when you make it easy.”
[Whoa. Insert “aha” moment here.]
So that’s it. I just have to make it easy. I need to do things differently, because as it stands, sometimes it’s not so easy. And it wasn’t going to change unless I changed it.
I had to take a different road. Only then would it get easier. This story says it best:
Our Selves, Our World — in Five Short Chapters
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in this same place. But it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out.
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it is there. I still fall in…It’s a habit…But, my eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.
I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.
I walk down another street. No holes.