One day, if someone gets up on the right side of the bed and calls me
and says, "You are the greatest person on
earth. You are doing a great job and I want you to know I am honored to call
you a friend," I know he is sincere. How does it make me feel? Great. But
the next day, he gets up on the wrong side of the bed, picks up the phone and
says, "You rascal, you cheat, you crook! You are the biggest fraud in
town." How does it make me feel? Terrible.
So the first day when he says
"you are the greatest guy," I feel great and the next day when he
says "you rascal," I feel terrible. Who is controlling my life?
Obviously, he is. Is that the way I want to go through life? Not at all. That
is being externally driven.
I want to be internally driven. When he calls me
and says I am the greatest guy, it is good to hear those words. But even if he
doesn't say those words, in my own estimation, I am still a good human being.
And the next day when he rips me apart, he can't really, because in my own
estimation, I am still a good human being. When people make statements like,
"You make me angry," the focus of control is external. But if I say I
am angry or I choose to be angry, the focus of control is internal.
No one can
make you feel inferior without your permission. --Eleanor Roosevelt
There is a
story about an ancient Indian sage who was called ugly names by a passerby. The
sage listened unperturbed till the man ran out of words. He asked the man,
"If an offering is not accepted, who does it belong to?" The man
replied, "It belongs to the person who offered it." The sage said,
"I refuse to accept your offering," and walked away, leaving the man
dazed. The sage was internally driven.
So
long as we blame outside sources, our miseries will continue and we will feel
helpless. Unless we accept responsibility for our feelings and behavior, we
cannot change. The first step is to ask:
- Why did I get upset?
- Why am I angry?
- Why am I depressed?
Happiness is internal. Happiness is like a butterfly. You run after it, it keeps flying away. If you stand still, it comes and sits on your shoulder.
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