Today I was bouldering at Mt. Sanitas park near Boulder, and I snagged this picture of a crack. It looks like a nasty whole in the rock, but to a climber, this is a super awesome mega good hold. The quick analogy that I'm trying to draw here is that sometimes we see cracks in the rock when we're trying to scale some big problem of ours, and we don't realize what that fissure is capable of. We don't understand that it can be something that helps us to ascend the difficulties which lay before us. It's amazing, too, that once we do learn to identify these bits of disguised help, they suddenly appear all around us. We are immersed in a sea of tools by which we can succeed and prevail.
That's my phisolophy for the day.