Once upon a time, there was a little monkey called Zoey. She was born at the zoo where her mother, father and brothers lived. They were a normal family, doing stuff together inside their cage, eating their bananas and getting their tongue out at the visitors. The father knew a few tricks. He learned from an old chimp that if he can the visitors smile he will get special treats like biscuits and candies.
At first, it was fun. He enjoyed it and he got to ate a lot of sweets. But with time he grew tired of it and become bored and dull. It seemed meaningless anyway. He still did it mechanically, from time to time. The visitors were somehow pleased but the treats became less and less frequent.
One day he decided that it’s time to give Zoey an education. He was sure that she’s going to follow the family tradition and became a caged monkey. After the family dinner he asked her:
I didn’t believe in destiny. I was young and reckless. I did everything on my terms. Sometimes things went well. A lot of times things went terribly wrong and I had to clean up a lot of mess. What I hated the most about destiny or God was the idea that I can’t control my life. I can’t do everything that I want, I feel, I dread. Something in me was fighting hard against that. I wanted to be the general, not a just a soldier. I wanted to lead, not to follow!
Then I discovered some “self-help” books. You can do anything you want, Lead your life, Control your destiny, Sell anything to anybody, Live on your terms, Do anything you want. I liked those concepts. They were luring my passion for control. I tried a lot of that stuff. Most of the time it didn’t work. Sometimes it worked but things turned to dust pretty quickly. Or it went bad, dragging other parts of my life with it, bringing chaos and despair. It was the same cycle over and over again.