pavlov’s oatmealPosted: 2006/06/08
one quiet saturday morning over breakfast, i noticed my dad fill out a bowl of oatmeal while i apparently chose the bacons, eggs and jimmy deans over the red-cheeked smiling man on the can’s label. his wiry smile gleamed through the morning rays as the sun rose over the napa valley horizon. still, i pondered how my old man managed to eat something so plain and bland while me and my younger brother savored the other ‘zesty” breakfast my mom cooked for us. mom would have said nothing, but i somehow knew she’d like to see me eat the bran at least once. my younger sisters and older brother were still sleeping as i just finished my early morning run around the neighborhood. decided to crash over my folks’ place for the weekend since my older brother just bought new games for his xbox. the conversation over breakfast entailed the usual: friends, family, plans, old friends, family, new plans. the oatmeal, however, got stuck in my head for quite a while. even though it was recommended by the fda for heart health, i never imagined tasting the plain bran even if the pantry were stacked with tons of it. this was four scores and seven years ago; rather, four years and seven months ago.
conditioning. you get used to something because either you grew up learning and accepting an idea without question or you accepted the imaginary limits messing with your head. i read an analogy about a 9920-lb elephant somewhere in asia that would not even think of escaping by breaking the puny rope tied to its foot. while it was a baby, the same type of rope was tied to it. after months of attempting to break lose, the baby elephant realizes that it can’t escape; thus, the baby elephant accepts its fate that it is no use for the animal to resist the lockdown. its idea remains the same as the elephant grows bigger and bigger, having the potential to barge through trees indiscriminantly (like those elephants you see in historic battle scenes), but its mind is trapped by its own limits after years of false hopes and conditioning.
the same may be true with regard to our minds. after years of realizing that the limits of curbing success are frequently happening, we eventually fall for the fact that these imaginary limits are sadly true. our dreams and goals fall into the backburner. after years of trying and failing some of us finally succumb to the idea of giving up. t. harv eker relates this to our financial thermostat. we believe that there’s nothing else we can do since we only set our minds to earning thousands. some of our minds are only set to only hundreds of blessings (let’s use blessings as a monetary unit). i’m sure Someone out there didn’t play dice with our lives. we are here for a single purpose: to fulfill our unique potential. on the contrary, not most of us know this. some don’t even try or get back on their feet after life’s defeating lashes leave them with agonizing scars. after experiencing how adversities can bite us in the back so bad, we sometimes wish to stick with what’s easy instead of striving for what’s hard and necessary. we’re like big elephants, waiting to be re-conditioned from the limits keeping us from unleashing our potential – which happen to be the frail strands of rope tied to our feet.
remember the movie ‘hook’? the imaginary food scene reminds of me of the law of abundance. robbin williams did not understand how the lost boys were having a feast while visualizing that there was actually a lot of food on the table. he soon realized that he had to imagine that there was so much food so he too can experience the plentitude. that abundance is actually attained by changing the way he thought. such is life, until you won’t realize that the world is full of abundance, it won’t give it back to you. which also corroborates to the law of correspondence: as within, so without.
to date i just ate my second bowl of plain oatmeal for the day. disgusting? nah, i finally got used to it after breaking the circuit between the bell and salivating. besides, i thought eating a healthy meal will keep the cholesterol low. after convincing myself that if i was running twice daily (if i didn’t feel like lifting weights during lunch hour), i might as well try something unusual. unusual but healthy. i called my mom while driving over the beltway to tell her about the trivial news this evening. thought she might remember our breakfast episode. instead, she had to cut me short while they were signing an escrow for another crib they had just bought around solano county. now i’m wondering if my younger brother’s going to pick me up at the jetblue terminal when i get to cali. also had to figure out how i’m carrying the guitar on my flight back to dc. older brother’s handing me down the old-school xbox. he’s upgraded his gaming hobby. besides the usual business purpose, i need another dose of good-old fashioned wine tasting in napa.
if something changed in my life at this moment, it was oatmeal.