“An eagle had perched on the crest of a craggy rock to scan the ground below for hares. Am an shot him with an arrow, which lodged in his flesh. The end of the arrow, feathered with eagle’s feathers, stuck out of him and stared him in the face. Seeing it, he cried out: "‘This is the crowning insult, to die because of the danger I myself presented.’” - Aseop’s Fables, #7: The Eagle Hit by an Arrow

How often are you beat at your game by yourself?

Do you make your suffering worse on your own?

Too often we are the eagle pierced with an arrow of our own making.

What we say and do to ourselves doesn’t need to be so harsh.