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Climbing Out.

Want to know something neat?

If you put 5 crabs in a bucket, you don't have to put a lid on it!!! They will all stay in there! 



Why is that? You must ask.

Because, the other crabs will pull the one trying to leave back in. 

Why is that?

Because misery loves company. If something gets out of the pot that means others are still in it. If someone wins, that means someone loses. 

Today I compare those crabs to us.

Each of us find a ourselves in a "pot" in life. Whether it's school, social, family, work, or mistakes. We are all in pots. Now see the thing about a pot, is they are negative, and we are surrounded by negative crabs who can sometimes bring us down. WE MUST CLIMB OUT. 

We climb out by dreaming big, accomplish great things, and helping others climb out as well. No vice needs to hold us down. Surround yourself with like minded people. Positive people, and the change will naturally happen. The crabs that are holding you down will fall off, and you will get out of the water. 
To climb out is not an easy feet, it means changing some great things about yourself or your surroundings. It will hurt at times, you most likely will cry, but at the end: standing with you will be your true supporters. They won't leave you, because they helped you when there was nothing to gain for themselves. 

Whatever your pot is. I promise you that you can ESCAPE. There is a way out, and there are people willing to push and pull you OUT rather than watch you drown in the water. 

Shed the negative, gain the positive. It will make all the difference. I promise.


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