Two kids walk into the same room. The kind with a one-way mirror—you can look in, but they can’t see out.
Inside? A pile of manure.
Kid #1 takes one look, starts crying, and bangs on the glass:
“Mom! Dad! Get me out of here. This room is full of crap!”
So they let him out.
Kid #2 walks into the same room. Same manure. But instead of panicking, he starts smiling… and digging.
Fast. With both hands. Laughing.
The doctors are confused. The parents are stunned.
Then the kid shouts, “Mom! Dad! With all this crap in the room, there’s gotta be a pony in here somewhere!”
Same room. Same mess.
Two completely different responses.
What made the difference?
Perspective.