Tolstoy's Beggar

Today I read a short story from Tolstoy about a beggar man who sat out on the streets every day pleading for pennies from passersby. This beggar, was so caught up in the doom and gloom of his self inflicted notion of poverty that he failed to notice that the pot on which he was sitting each day was in fact a glimmering pot of gold.

And I wondered if we weren't all a little like this fabled beggar.  Isn't your mind is spinning with thoughts of opportunities that you may in fact be sitting on? Even in the pursuit of our wildest dreams I think it’s entirely possible to still be sitting on pots of gold, which we could be using to a greater benefit.

So keep your eyes out for the opportunities laying right beneath you, lest you become like Tolstoy’s beggar, asking the world for a penny when you have your own pot of gold.