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Reflection on Who Moved My Cheese

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Who Moved My Cheese?

This book, by Spencer Johnson, reveals the truths about how we deal with change that happens in our lives which effects us in so many ways, either positively or negatively. The book takes an amusing approach to what happens when you don’t adapt to change and what happens when you do. In the book, cheese is used as a metaphor for what you want to have in life. All my life I wanted the nice house, the beautiful wife, the kids, money, the dog, the nice tuck to pull the nice boat, the great career, and so on , and so on. To me, it’s human nature to want those things and I eventually got all of those things and then some….. More on that later. There was another metaphor in the book, which was the maze. The maze was …show more content…

And then move on to a better way of thinking and acting." And I like what Richard said, "I'm beginning to think there is more to this than I thought. I like the idea of letting go of old behavior instead of letting go of the relationship. Repeating the same behavior will just get you the same results." I have always thought that that is the definition of insanity: Doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results. If it isn’t, it’s pretty close. I saw a little bit of me in all four characters. I had my own Cheese Station C at one time and boy was it nice. I was making an income of over six digit’s a year and had a wonderful family and many possessions that came to me very easily. I had it all and like most spoiled brats, became very complacent, arrogant, and only thought of myself before anyone or anything else. I never took the time to take a step back and be thankful for everything that I had been blessed with. I just wanted more and more. Once I got more, I still had a feeling of wanting more. My cheese kept piling up and I didn’t even think that it could all spoil or disappear someday. Not once did it enter my busy complicated little brain. Then one day, it happened. It was all gone. I woke up one morning and my cheese was no longer there. Like Hem and Haw, I could not believe that this was happening to me, which led me to denial just like them. I wasn’t used to not having cheese and what scared me the most was that my family

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