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The Flea Trainer
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The Flea Trainer |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
The Flea Trainer I can see fleas on tiny seesaws, sitting tiny swings that sway, contented and bored to just pass the time. How came they conditioned this way ? First put the fleas within a jar then place the lid on top. The fleas will jump and jump and jump hitting glass and lid with knocks. And after a while, the muscles condition the jump to avoid the pain of colliding with lid and glass so hard, over and over again. You can remove the lid. Let out the fleas, even put them on swings that sway. They'll jump, but within the limits imposed on muscles conditioned this way. We start out fresh to climb the mountain, to leave our marks on Life, to jump the stumbling stones of living and clear the hurdles of strife. But we bang our heads. We skin our knees. We fracture our hopes and means. So when we jump, it's not so high. Conditioning has stolen our Dreams ! From the corner of my eye, I spyed the jar. Without lid, there's a chance to get out. Yet the fleas within just could not do it, with Freedom as close as a shout. But my eyes perceived a single flea, jumping high and above the rest, looking for the opening at the top of the jar where Freedom is the dream and the quest. Each time he jumped, it seemed much higher, defying his conditioning to win. I found myself cheering on this flea now showing me the Hero within. With eyes face up for one giant leap to clear the barrier, the bar, it lunged past fleas and the opening at the top. This flea-trainer jumped "Out" of the jar. I roared. The fleas in the jar were shocked ! I clapped. Disbelief ran fast. But there was no denying this Will of one flea, now looking from the other side of the glass. I learned from the 'insignificant' where significant Wisdom is free. That it's not the size of the flea in the fight. It's the size of the fight in the flea. Being beaten will no longer defeat me, tho' I'm hammered on Life's anvil and scarred. No longer will circumstances crush my Dreams. I'm a Flea 'trained to jump', from the jar. Namyh |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I just love this! The old style rhyming format is perfect for this life lesson. I enjoyed this thoroughly. We're like a bunch of fleas when we look at the billions of galaxies in the universe. We do struggle so but it's the frame of mind that will propell us into the positive. Write on! Eric oxymoron....Rap Music |
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twistedpup Member
since 2011-02-25
Posts 115 |
wow, i like that alot. "its not the size of the flea in the fight, its the size of the fight in the flea." nice. *hugs* |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Eric – Even a billion galaxies in the universe can’t compare with the myraiad complexity of a species called Man who envisions what can be rather than settle for what is. Yeah, you’re right. It’s a ‘frame of mind’ that separates one man from another despite status, wealth or possessions. Amazing we have to learn it from a flea. Thanks for enoying this thoroughly Eric. |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
twistedup – That one thought can make all the difference when conflict forces us to choose whether we are a flea with fight or a flea without any. One choice will get you out of the jar and another will keep you in. Thanks for the ‘wow’ and for liking a lot. Namyh. |
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