Lesson from an old Greek man

Last night, after another wet, squally but mild, 3-mile run with Sarah's fantastic Runners, I happened to wander through the room where my better half was watching TV.

At that precise moment on the programme she was watching, an old Greek man was at a funeral, and you could hear him speaking his thoughts.

He was saying that he was supposed to shed a tear whilst kissing his dead relative lying in an open coffin, but he was unable to make himself cry.

Then he thought abut his youth and the dreams that he had at the start of his life, and how none of them had ben fulfilled, and that now it was too late.

At that point he managed to shed the appropriate tears for the situation, although not for the prescribed reason.

Having read Julien Smith's excellent free book The Flinch yesterday, it made me realise that the outcome of our lives is based on thouands upon thousands of opportunities, where we have the chance to take (or flinch from) an action that can lead to our dreams.

What better discipline to start building now, to ensure you don't meet the same fate as that disillusioned old Greek man, than to start noticing when you flinch, meet it head on and take that action towards your dreams.