Chain reaction: (n) a series of events, each caused by the previous one.
I’ve never received respect by being mean. Fear, perhaps–but never respect.
I’ve never been productive by being timid.
I’ve never achieved good romance by being selfish.
I’ve never acquired money by sitting on my treasure chest, guarding it from thieves.
Life is filled with chain reactions. It is not limited to the elements becoming compounds. It includes the ability to look inside yourself and see the fodder that fosters failure and call out the standards that salute success.
Life is a chain reaction.
I have boarded a bus in the middle of downtown America–a vehicle full of sullen, preoccupied people–greeted the bus driver with a smile, kindly addressed one or two people nearby, and in no time at all, a chain reaction went through the bus, and conversation ensued.
I am powerful.
You are powerful.
I can view my life as a catalyst for creativity, or I can become a whiny, cautionary voice of worry and concern. The choice is mine. But either way, there will be a chain reaction.
It’s not so much that if a bear farts in the woods of Minnesota, rain falls in Brazil–but rather, if a bear farts in the woods of Minnesota, is he conscientious enough to excuse himself so the squirrels don’t get cranky and have a bad day?