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SELF IMPROVEMENT = SELF DESTRUCTION

Consider yourself a piece of a puzzle. Each piece is unique, already shaped perfectly to fit into the grand design of life. There is no need to change its shape or color; it simply needs to find its place. So, too, with you—there is no such thing as self-improvement in the way we often think of it. You are already complete, already perfect as you are, an exquisite expression of the universe.

As I reflect on my own journey to success, I realize that I am, in essence, the same person I was when I started. My strengths and weaknesses remain largely unchanged. I didn’t “find myself” in some profound way, nor did I dramatically improve my weaknesses. I simply discovered where I fit, where my natural qualities were best suited. 

It’s like a fish searching around the desert, feeling out of place, thinking something must be wrong with it. No matter how hard it tries to turn its flippers into legs, it will never find the success of a camel. And drop that camel into the ocean, and you’ll see it flounder. 

Your personality is much like the fish’s fins or the camel’s legs—each has its unique limitations and advantages.

Instead of trying to transform yourself, focus on enhancing your natural strengths, those gifts that energize and inspire you. Surround yourself with others who complement you, who can help cover your vulnerabilities. 

It’s not about becoming something you are not; it’s about curating an environment where you, in all your unique glory, naturally belong. 

Like a piece of a puzzle or a fish finding its water, true fulfillment comes from finding the place where you fit perfectly, where your presence completes the picture.

To take a step back consider this: If your child is a C student in math but an A+ student in art, perhaps you might reframe the matter entirely. Instead of fretting over the arithmetic, lean into the art. 

Get them an art tutor, not a math tutor to fix a perceived deficiency. Amplify the brilliance that already flows through them. Encourage the flowering of their innate talents, for the world does not need more perfectly average mathematicians; it needs the unrepeatable vision that only your child can bring. Teach them not to fear the grades but to embrace the joy of creation, and in that, they will discover their true measure.

Let the math serve where it must, but let the art soar where it can.  Take this same approach when "Improving" yourself. 




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