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Banging your head on the windshield of life

As I was driving to work one morning, a dramatic struggle occurred right in front of me.  A mayfly was trapped in my vehicle. As it fluttered around the dashboard, it caught sight of the outside world through the windshield.  It started to fly towards the windshield, only to be met with the glass barrier. Nevertheless, it kept bouncing off of the windshield.  It was bound and determined to leave, though clearly its chosen path wasn't a way to exit.
Feeling sorry for it, I rolled down my window, hoping that maybe it would feel the breeze blowing in and be drawn to the exit.  I couldn't shoo it in the direction of the open window, since I was still driving and wanted to keep both hands on the wheel.
Finally, after a few unproductive minutes, the mayfly slowly made its way to the open window. In a zigzag motion, it slowly flew out of the window.

How many times are we so headstrong that we keep trying the same way, ignoring the fact that we’re basically going nowhere?  During these times, do we ignore the help from others, not realizing their different perspective is more than valid?  This little mayfly’s trials will serve as a lesson to me: sometimes when I least expect it, a window of opportunity may present itself. I just have to be more receptive to the new and different path.  

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