There once lived a carpenter in a wooden house. He had built the house along with the furniture within it. A couple years had elapsed and the carpenter noticed one day that the furniture could talk. The carpenter was delighted as now he had company to share his happiness with. Naturally the novelty wore off as the years rolled by but the carpenter realised that his happiness levels had somehow decreased. He used to think he created the house he lived in and now he was somehow unsure of just about everything. As he travelled back in time in his head, he saw that the new thread started when he befriended the furniture. He wondered to himself whether this was a case of causation or correlation? This question was etched in his mind for a couple of days, until he finally decided he would put an end to this madness. The carpenter decided to run a little experiment.
He spent some time writing out his core beliefs and values and what he did next was genius in its simplicity. He started to listen. Sure enough he began to hear regurgitations of his new thought patterns, patterns that didn't sit too well with him. While the carpenter knew the furniture were crafted of dead wood, somehow repetition had overpowered his understanding. The carpenter felt he knew what the problem was but he hadn't the understanding to develop the required solution. He innately knew what was required was an act of creation and not reaction. The fact that these words are two choices made using the same letters was not lost on him. The carpenter then looked at what was the key difference in his actions before the furniture started to speak. After a short while pondering he realised that he had all but stopped pursuing his artistry as a carpenter. So in the midst of the unknown he decided to rekindle this passion.
The carpenter had a kind heart and believed in second chances so he ran his idea past the furniture. The furniture had just about enough intelligence to see their complete dependence on keeping the carpenter small, so they dissuaded him to the point of belittlement. The carpenter was hurt but by this stage the embers had been lit and there was no putting them out.
The carpenter had not yet acquired the sufficient knowledge to deal with the uncomfortable feelings when he was around the furniture, so when the lights went out the carpenter's day began. The carpenter spent the next few years mastering his craft through his project of making a new suite of furniture. While he knew that perfection was an illusion, one of his core beliefs was;
progress = happiness
and when he focused on a task he wasn't one to make the same mistake twice. The carpenter spent his days subtly trying to guide the old furniture to a better attitude but they were becoming increasingly unaware of the harm they were now doing to themselves. Then one day the hourglass of patience had spent its last grain of sand. It was time for the carpenter to sharpen his axe.
The carpenter now decided to test his courage and he began to sharpen his axe in broad daylight. He felt more anxiety thinking about doing this than actually doing this, because to his surprise the furniture remained 'blissfully' unaware of his new actions. They were too preoccupied with their own self perpetuating dramas by this stage.
The late nights spent doing what he loved had softened the carpenter's heart but at the same time it had given him a mental toughness that previously did not exist. When time came once again to nudge the carpenter forward he took the axe to the furniture and locked the front door firmly shut.
As the carpenter made the final adjustments to the new suite of furniture in his living room, the house began to speak, but that my friend is a conversation for another day.
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