The Eagle and the Arrow An Eagle was soaring through the air when suddenly it heard the whizz of an Arrow, and felt itself wounded to death. Slowly it fluttered down to the earth, with its life-blood pouring out of it. Looking down upon the Arrow with which it had been pierced, it found that the shaft of the Arrow had been feathered with one of its own plumes. "Alas!" it cried, as it died.
We often give people permission to make us feel the way we do. Letting someone do something to you only sends the message that it's ok to do it again. Until you're shot down, eaten up by ones own willingness to not stand up.
Often, one can give another the tools of their own destruction.
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