Poodles Can’t Fly

Poodles Can’t Fly

Life seems to just fly by! Life can fly, but poodles can’t. People chase dreams and ambitions every day, always looking to extract one more morsel of life’s tangible gems. I have pondered the words of Henry David Thoreau, “I wanted to live deep and suck out all of the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.” The race to retirement, the daily treadmill of achieving more and more forces individuals into the cage of self living, unfulfilled accomplishments and a misconception of passion and purpose. We have many competing voices and various descriptions of success screaming out what the meaning of living is supposed to be. The voices of distract seem to confuse and misdirect our lives into a whirlwind. We desire more family time! We desire the comforts of success in our own self described way. Many of us embrace an opportunity to live a genuine and meaningful life. We all have different paths that lead to our successes and fulfillments. We embrace the opportunity to impact the less fortunate and the most vulnerable in society. We envision a life that is manageable and in control. I must admit, life can be difficult and messy! But to stay the course we must know one thing. Who you follow or what you follow will determine where you will end up. Cage the voices, control your environment and refine your habits into a force of unwavering victory.

A few years back a friend of mine shared an interesting, comical and disturbing story. He was given the task of looking after his mother’s poodles while she was out of town. The house was perfectly located in the mountains’ overlooking the city with an astounding view and a huge fenced in backyard. The intense love that his mother expressed for her lovable animals was immeasurable. She had one boy and one girl poodle, treating both of them like children of royalty. In short, these two little poodles were her pride and joy. I loved listening to my friend describe their matching sweaters and their expensive collars. I can’t recall him ever telling me their names, so I just call the girl Fi Fi and the boy Pooch. Throughout my friend’s description of his mother’s two prized possessions he explained the peculiar behavior exhibited by Pooch. Pooch would always follow Fi Fi all over the house, everywhere she went Pooch would follow. Fi Fi got first crack at the food and the doggie treats. She was the queen in this little oasis of doggie living.

One morning my friend was up at his mother’s house feeding and watering the dogs, watching them playfully prance around their castle of K-9 heaven. After they finished eating and devouring their morning snack they had the urge to use the backyard facilities. Fi Fi and Pooch loved to run around outside, enjoying the fresh air and the plush green grass. Of course Pooch followed Fi Fi everywhere she went, and as expected, when she was excited, he was excited. My friend sauntered over to the other side of the kitchen to open the door to the backyard paradise. Fi Fi’s excitement was uncontrollable as the door cracked, without hesitation she darted with a passionate fervor for the outside world, scooting just past my friend with an exhilaration and anticipation of the magnificent backyard retreat that waited. Of course Pooch followed behind in full pursuit. It was at this moment that he realized there were two doors to the kitchen, one that led to the fenced in area, and one that led to the wide open yonder of the backyard. The poodles dashed straight to the end of the yard with jubilee, my friend could only stand and watch with dismay as Fi Fi and Pooch came to the end of the property, a cliff with a sixty five foot drop to the road below. From his view he could just see Fi Fi disappear with Pooch chasing right behind. I could only imagine someone on the road below looking up and witnessing not one, but two poodles in an attempt to fly, sweaters and all. For lack of words and a respect to poodle lovers everywhere, the landing was not a recognizable description.

Two things to remember, Poodles Can’t Fly, and Who You Follow, or What You Follow will determine where you end up. Follow your passion and pursue your dreams, achieve self defined success, be a treasure to people around you, but be careful who you listen to, and who you allow to speak into your life. The best way to advance your dreams and create success is to read about what you want to accomplish. Listen and learn from successful individuals, follow leaders of purpose and character, so you can be a leader of purpose and character. Your sphere of influence reaches different spheres of influence than what others might not. Get around the right people. Find someone that will give positive and honest solutions. Frustration and wrong thinking come from negative people. Keep your goals in front of you, visualize and dream big. Once you define your purpose and goals, cultivate a plan that allows you to stay within those boundaries. Negative people will cultivate negativity in your life. Just remember, Who You Follow or What You Follow Will Determine Where You End Up.

 

Rich Binning
924 Global
Research/ Educate/ Advocate

Poodles Can’t Fly

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