The ancestor to every action is a thought. Emerson

A woman dropped her keys.  She got down on her hands and knees and searched for them.  She prayed to her God that she would find them. A man came over to her and asked what was wrong.  She explained that she lost her keys.  “Where did you lose them?” the man asked. “Over there in the grass” the women replied.  “Then why are you searching over here on the sidewalk.” He asked.  Because there’s more light here under the lamppost.” She answered.  An old joke with many variations but indicative of how some of us try to solve our problems.  We create our problems on the inside and try to solve them by looking outside of ourselves.

Satoru
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