Chapter One of My Life.
I walk down the street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in.
I am lost. I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter Two.
I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I'm in the same place! But it isn't my fault. And it still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter Three.
I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it there. I still fall in. It's a habit! My eyes are open. I know where I am. It is my fault. I get out immediately.
Chapter Four.
I walk down the same street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.
Chapter Five.
I walk down a different street.
Portia Nelson, 'There's a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery'
