When a person accepts “poor me” as part of his identity, he joins the flock of cawing crows who gather to lament, “Oh NO, WOE is me.” When you’re around a flock of cawing crows, watch how imitation operates. One wails “WOE” and the others follow.
No matter what the flock may say to get you to join, don’t go along just to get along with the flock. Don’t squawk. It’s never healthy to be a bird of that feather flocking together. Let the cawing crows with their laments of WOE pass through your field of consciousness. Simply listen on the sideline, like sitting in a bleacher seat at the football game, watching a marching band parading through the playing field. Be passively watchful, remain relaxed and calmly notice while offering no reinforcing feedback.
When you quietly refuse to bemoan life, you don’t attract that flock because you don’t give them what they seek. Cawing crows are supplying each other false feelings of being alive by lamenting WOE. They use moaning as a stimulant to get through their day, like drinking five cups of coffee.
“The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow.” – William Blake