Why The Eagle Doesn't Fly.
Your thoughts aren't magic. What you dream about at night is the result of who you are. Your thoughts are the realization of your subconscious. Whether that is good or bad.
Don't fall into the trap of believing that because you thought something, it must be right. The truth is that your thoughts aren't real.
They are the combination of memories and intentional beliefs that you have cultivated over the years.
You do the thinking.
And those thoughts are powerful. They control every aspect of your life.
Your destiny. Your future. Your outcomes right now.
There is a powerful Native American legend that best illustrates the power of your thoughts.
A young eagle lived in a nest high above a barnyard. One day, while his mother was out looking for food, the baby eagle fell out of his nest onto the floor below.
But he was in luck. The young eagle fell amongst a nest of young chickens. The mother hen was especially kind, feeding the young eagle and making sure the other chickens treated the eagle like one of their fellow siblings.
Days turned into weeks, as the young eagle lived happily amongst the chickens. Weeks turned into months. And months turned into years. The young eagle was now fully grown. Bigger than the rest of the chickens, but still content to be one of them. Happy to have a family who cared for him.
The eagle had grey hair and was getting old when one day he noticed a bird that looked like him soaring high above the barnyard. The bird looked so majestic and free. And powerful.
"1 wish I could fly," said the eagle.
"But you are just a chicken," said the rest of the flock.
And so the eagle never tried to fly. And died a chicken.
He thought he couldn't, so he didn't. He was told he shouldn't, so he didn't.
Which is the sad summary to most of the possibility around us.
We think we can't. We think we shouldn't. So we don't.
We try and stop, flail, churn, and give up.
All because we have thoughts that we think are especially genius.
But they are really just fear. They lead to failure. And our dreams don't soar majestically. We stay trapped on the ground. Being perfectly reasonable and wonderfully logical.
And die chickens.