Focus determines on whether you perceive your reality as good or bad, whether you feel happy or sad. A fantastic metaphor for the power of focus is racing cars - a real passion for me. Driving a Formula race car can sometimes make flying a jet helicopter seem like a very relaxing experience. In a race car you cannot allow your focus to wander even for a moment from your outcome. Your attention can't be limited to where you are; neither can it be stuck in the past or fixed too far in the future.While remaining fully aware of where you are you have to be anticipating what's about to happen in the near future.
This was one of the first lessons I learned when I started racing school. The instructors put me in what's called a "skid car" - an automobile that has a computer built into it with hydraulic lifts that can pull any wheel off the ground on a moment's signal from the instructor.
The number one fundamental they teach in driving is: Focus on where you want to go, not on what you fear.
If you start to skid out of control, the tendency of course is to look at the wall. But if you keep focusing on it, that's exactly where you'll end up. Drivers know that you go where you look; you travel in the direction of your focus. If you resist your fear, have faith, and focus on where you want to go, your actions will take you in that direction, and if it's possible to turn out of it, you will - but you stand no chance if you focus on what you fear. Invariably people say, "What if you're going to crash anyway?" The answer is that you increase your chances by focusing on what you want.
Focusing on the solution is always to your benefit. If you have too much momentum in the direction of the wall, then focusing on the problem just before the crash is not going to help you anyway.
When the instructors first explained this to me, I nodded my head and thought, "Of course! I know all about this. After all, I teach this stuff. My first time out on the road I was screaming along and all of a sudden, unbeknownst to me, they pushed the button. I started to skid out of control. Where do you think my eyes went? You bet! Right at the wall! In the final seconds, I was terrified because I knew I was going to hit it. The instructor grabbed my head and yanked it to the left, forcing me to look n the direction I needed to go. We kept skidding, and I knew we were going to crash, but I was forced to look only in the direction I wanted to go. Sure enough, as I looked in that direction,, I couldn't help but turn the wheel accordingly. It caught at the last moment, and we pulled out. You can imagine my relief!............................
This was one of the first lessons I learned when I started racing school. The instructors put me in what's called a "skid car" - an automobile that has a computer built into it with hydraulic lifts that can pull any wheel off the ground on a moment's signal from the instructor.
The number one fundamental they teach in driving is: Focus on where you want to go, not on what you fear.
If you start to skid out of control, the tendency of course is to look at the wall. But if you keep focusing on it, that's exactly where you'll end up. Drivers know that you go where you look; you travel in the direction of your focus. If you resist your fear, have faith, and focus on where you want to go, your actions will take you in that direction, and if it's possible to turn out of it, you will - but you stand no chance if you focus on what you fear. Invariably people say, "What if you're going to crash anyway?" The answer is that you increase your chances by focusing on what you want.
Focusing on the solution is always to your benefit. If you have too much momentum in the direction of the wall, then focusing on the problem just before the crash is not going to help you anyway.
When the instructors first explained this to me, I nodded my head and thought, "Of course! I know all about this. After all, I teach this stuff. My first time out on the road I was screaming along and all of a sudden, unbeknownst to me, they pushed the button. I started to skid out of control. Where do you think my eyes went? You bet! Right at the wall! In the final seconds, I was terrified because I knew I was going to hit it. The instructor grabbed my head and yanked it to the left, forcing me to look n the direction I needed to go. We kept skidding, and I knew we were going to crash, but I was forced to look only in the direction I wanted to go. Sure enough, as I looked in that direction,, I couldn't help but turn the wheel accordingly. It caught at the last moment, and we pulled out. You can imagine my relief!............................
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