Every night before going to sleep, we must ask ourselves: what weakness did I overcome today? What virtue did I acquire? ~ Seneca
I didn’t know until yesterday early morning (which was about 3AM), that there was this thing called ‘The Chicken Cage Syndrome’.
Tom Bilyeu’s podcast (Impact Theory) guest Martin Lindstrom (best selling author of Ministry of Common Sense) went to explain this psychological disease programmed in all of us.
He unpacks: (I just hope I don’t butcher his story line)
A chicken was put inside a beautiful cage for a period of roughly six months. Then, one fine day, an owner decided to bring the cage (with the chicken still inside; who’s been there for all its life) — out into this beautiful green grass court, on a clear blue sky. Sun shinning out bright. Birds singing and the freedom awaiting!
The cage was then set open. And now, what happened next was an important discovery.
So yes, as anticipated, she gets out of the cage. Slowly and carefully measuring her steps — centimeters away from the cage whenever she takes one.
Confused. Cocked!
Anxious. Alarmed!
Frozen. Frightened!
And later within just about 30 seconds, she rushes back into that same beautiful cage!
This is Chicken Cage Syndrome.
Gist.
We all love our cages. We all have one. Don’t we?
Our safety net.
Our comfortable bubble.
Our dear attachment.
However, Change must be expected.
Change must be accepted.
That, Change is inevitable.
That, Change is your friend.
And to sum it all up: Just make it easy for yourself by acknowledge the fact that Change, my friend is for the best!
Finally, as I self-reflect and self-associate myself on that genuinely intellectual podcast interview by Mr. Bilyeu (can’t thank him enough):
That, in my own personal life, I’ve been a victim of this one particular psychic challenge for so many fucking times.
Perhaps so have you.
So. Have. You!
But, a big BUT — from this point forward.
And, of course, take it as a food for your tasty brain, words from the wise.
Please Don’t Get caught up in the Chicken Cage yourself.
Have appetite for surprises. Matter of fact, produce ‘surprises’ once-in-a-while.
And, most certainly, don’t worship confinements. Comfort. Convenience. Ever!
p.s. To answer Seneca’s initial quote above.
Yesterday night, I concluded that Today, I overcame my weakness of being easily intimidated.
I acquired the virtues of truly listening, of keeping the cool-headedness despite chaos, of not giving too many fucks for things that doesn’t matter at all.
Namaste.