Many times we humans know exactly what we need to do when faced with a problem.
We just don’t always do it.
To put it another way, our instincts are better than we give ourselves credit for.
For example, we often know when it’s time to look for a new job or career, but we stay longer than we know we should.
We sense when a relationship has gone stale because we often seek the help of a professional to help us through it. Yet, we move painfully slow. Many psychologists say by the time a couple gets to their office, it’s often too late.
We know when something is not right between us and loved ones or friends but we stew and avoid confronting the other person.
So if we know, why do we not act?
Courage is like adrenaline in a crisis. It’s there when we need it.
I had a high school math teacher who told an unforgettable story about how he and his wife were in a rollover accident after which he had to lift the car off of his injured wife who fell out of the car to save her life.
No problem, adrenaline kicked in. He was 5’6” by the way and it was a big car.
I’ve always looked at courage the same way.
When we need it most, we must let it kick in. We must take action to confront what we know in our heart of hearts we must do. It is always available as a tool.
“Pearls do not lie on the seashore. If desire one, you must dive for it” – Oriental proverb
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