Reality Is What One Makes

While Eeyore Frets ... ... And Piglet Hesitates ... And Rabbit Calculates ... And Owl Pontificates ...pooh Just Is.

The Wise Know Their Limitations; The Foolish Do Not.

By The Time It Came To The Edge Of The Forest, The Stream Had Grown Up, So That It Was Almost A River, And, Being Grown-up, It Did Not Run And Jump And Sparkle Along As It Used To Do When It Was Younger, But Moved Slowly. For It Knew Now Where It Was Going, And It Said To Itself, There Is No Hurry. We Shall Get There Some Day.

The Play-it-safe Pessimists Of The World Never Accomplish Much Of Anything, Because They Don't Look Clearly And Objectively At Situations, They Don't Recognize Or Believe In Their Own Abilities To Overcome Even The Smallest Amount Of Risk.

I Think, Therefore I Am Confused.