The
following story is based on an old parable, which I have expanded to make a
point about the damaging effects of negative thinking.
Two men are travelling to an adjacent town on business, one has a
philosophical outlook on life, while the other is a lifelong worrier.
The two men have decided to make the three-mile journey on foot, so they
can enjoy the unexpected sunshine of a warm October day and benefit from some
much-needed exercise. The philosopher wears a short-sleeved shirt, lightweight
pants and comfortable shoes. He sports a pair of sunglasses.
Despite the warm
autumn weather, the worrier is wearing a raincoat and a hat, and clutches an
umbrella tightly in his hand. He distrusts meteorologists and worries about
their predictions being wrong.
If the worrier would trust his senses, they would tell him that this
is not a short spell of freak weather. The sunshine looks certain to last. But
he is too overwhelmed by negative thoughts to listen to the voice of intuition
that often whispers to him. The constant buzz of negative static in his
turbulent mind drowns out the voice of his long-ignored inner self.
When the two men reach the river that lies between them and the next
town, they discover that a recent flash flood has washed away the only bridge
across the river. The philosopher points to an outcrop of rock that extends out
into the rushing river. He suggests that they walk to the end of the outcrop to
get a better view, so they can figure out where to cross the swollen river.
The worrier thinks this is a bad idea. “What if we fall in?” he asks.
“We’ll probably get wet,” replies the philosopher philosophically.
Reluctantly, the worrier follows his phlegmatic companion onto the
small peninsular, because he’s even more worried about being seen as a wimp than
falling into the river.Years of negative, pessimistic thinking have burned an extreme and
unnecessary sense of caution into the worrier's mind, so he behaves
accordingly. He creeps onto the outcrop as if walking a tightrope strung across
Niagara Falls. Convinced that he will lose his footing at any moment, he
reaches out and grabs the philosopher’s arm. This throws the philosopher off
balance and both men tumble into the churning white water below.
The icy shock of the water immediately convinces the worrier that he
will freeze to death before he even has the chance to drown. But his
unwarranted perception of the danger he is in has not diminished his ability to
worry about trivia, so he clutches at his umbrella, worried that he might lose
it in the swirling torrent. He then strikes out for the river bank, swimming
frantically and awkwardly against the natural flow of the current. The raincoat he didn’t need to wear becomes waterlogged and his flailing
efforts to resist the tug of the river soon exhaust him. As he sinks beneath
the rushing water and drowns, his last thought is about his appearance. He’s
not wearing his best suit and worries that he won’t look good when they drag
his body from the river.
While the worrier anxiety is cutting short his stay on the planet,
the philosopher has decided that it’s useless to fight the river. There’s no
danger of his lightweight clothes becoming waterlogged, so he keeps his head
above water and allows the river to take him where it will.
After throwing him around for a while, the easing current deposits the
philosopher on a small sandy beach on the opposite bank. From this point it’s
only a short distance into town. As he sits quietly on a rock, drying out in
the warm sunshine, the philosopher thinks about the worrier. Why is it, he
wonders, that some people think so negatively about life that it can literally
kill them?
The philosopher can’t think of an answer to that question so, being a
philosopher, he shrugs, rises from the warm rock and goes into town to report
the worrier's needless demise.
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