Where the fog met his self-doubt, there was a counterclockwise swirl of hopelessness and gloom. He sat in his empty office building, looking out at the gray world. Papers were strewn everywhere on his desk; it had the air of place where no one cared. He didn’t at the moment. The world had lost faith in him (or so he thought). And he was about to lose faith in the world.
It was a tragedy of Shakespearean proportions. The world just didn’t need one more person who didn’t care. And he was at the tipping point of joining that undistinguished and depressing club.
But when he was about to be smothered by his own gloom, a single sunbeam broke through the low-lying clouds. Its warm rays illuminated his heart with hope. He knew what it was going to take to change: Action. Caring for others. Things he could control. He watched the dense fog burn off and then got to work.
When others lose faith in you, it’s a problem. When you lose faith in yourself, it’s a tragedy.
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