There was a man who wasn't feeling well so he went to his Doctor. The Doctor asked "what's wrong?"
He said, "Well Doc, lately I've been dizzy and I'm seeing white spots".
After a thorough examination and tests, several days later the man found out that he was dying from a rare disease and only had 6 months to live.
The man quit his job, started traveling the world and doing all the other things that he wanted to do but never found the time for. He spent more time with his family and bought a new sports car. One day he was driving by this famous clothing shop and decided to buy a tailor-made suite and shirt.
The tailor measured his arm length: "Thirty-three inches." Then he measured his waist: "Thirty-two." Next was his pant length: "Thirty-four." And finally the tailor measure his neck and said "I'm going to make you a size sixteen-and-a-half shirt."
The man said, "No, I wear a fifteen-inch shirt."
The tailor measured again very carefully.
"No, sir," he said. "Look, you wear a sixteen-and-a-half shirt."
The man was very adamant. "No, sir. I wear a fifteen-inch shirt," he told the tailor. "I've worn that size my whole adult life. I want you to make me a fifteen-inch shirt:
The tailor said, "Well, fine. I'll make you a fifteen-inch shirt, but it will be so tight it will make you dizzy and you'll see white spots."
So often we so called intelligent human beings become so set in our ways and personal beliefs that we don't see the forest for the trees. One of the best books I ever read is "Is It Too Late to Run Away and Join the Circus?". One of the lessons that I learned from that book is that we often don't make a change until the pain of staying where we are is worse than the pain of the change or the unknown.
We need to recognize the real source of the problem... if it's you, make a change. If it's someone else, don't give away your power to them. You ALWAYS have a choice of how you choose to respond to anything that happens to you.
If you are willing to change, make adjustments, or change your perception, your dizzy spells and white spots might just disappear.
(my version of a story from "Every Day a Friday" by Joel Osteen)