A childhood game I once played was upon my thoughts. A blindfold had been put upon my eyes and I was spun in circles until dizziness came. At that point I was released with instructions I was to pin the tail in my hand to a target hung on the wall. In the background I could hear laughter and jesting for how far off the mark I was. When the dizziness from being spun passed and the blindfold removed, I could clearly see how easy it would be to reach the target.
A childhood game teaches me my need not to be blindfolded. It teaches me I am not to be spun until so dizzy I can’t walk in a straight direction. I am meant to reach my target.