When we look at our lives, I wonder how many of us are even vaguely aware of how limited our view of life really is.  If we could only put our narrow view into a broader perspective, how different things could be.  Here is a story to illustrate this;

Once upon a time a small bug wandered into a plush mansion.  It made its way into the living room and crawled into a Persian rug that housed a kaleidoscope of brilliant hues.  As the bug traveled from one area of the rug to another, its moods and feelings changed with the changing pattern and colors of the floor covering.

The crimson section of the rug made the bug angry, uptight, and ready for a fight.  But then, as it journeyed into the blue area it became calm and peaceful.  In the yellow section it felt cowardly, and when it came to the white area it thought of itself as clean and pure.  Soon it was back to red, and it was angry again. 

The adventures of the bug in the rug pretty much describes how many of us see life and react to it.  Our overview is limited only to that which is right before our noses, and we see no further.  We sink into the depths of despair at the slightest sign of failure, and we allow ourselves to be carried into the delirium of joy at the merest hint of success.  Our perspective is poor, and our vision is weak.

Learning to face the demands of life which so often are heavy and difficult means learning to improve our vision;  it means training ourselves to see more than just what lies immediately ahead of us.

People of stature are great, because they have mastered the secret of farsightedness.  That was the greatness of people like Abraham Lincoln, of Martin Luther King, of Florence Nightingale, of Albert Schweitzer.  They never got caught in a rug like a bug.