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Who Moved My Cheese?
is a simple story that takes less than an hour to listen to, but its unique insights can last for a lifetime.
It's a simple parable that reveals profound truths.
It is an amusing and enlightening story of four characters who live in a maze and look for cheese to nourish them and make them happy.
Cheese is a metaphor for what you want to have in life, whether it is a good job, a health, or spiritual peace of mind.
And the maze is where you look for what you want, the organization you work in, or the family or community you live in.
This profound book from best-selling author Dr. Spencer Johnson will show you how to Anticipate change Adapt to change quickly Enjoy change Be ready to change quickly Again and again Discover the secret for yourself and learn how to deal with change so that you suffer less stress and enjoy more success in your work and in life.
Parts of All of Us The Simple and the Complex The four imaginary characters depicted in this story, the mice, Sniff and Scurry, and the little people, Him and Haw, are intended to represent the simple and the complex parts of ourselves, regardless of our age, gender, race, or nationality.
Sometimes we may act like Sniff, who sniffs out change early, or Scurry, who scurries into action, or Him, who denies and resists change as he fears it will lead to something better.
Whatever parts of us we choose to use, we all share something in common, a need to find our way in the maze and succeed in changing times.
The best-laid schemes of mice and men often go astray.
Robert Burns Life is no straight and easy corridor along which we travel free and unhampered, but a maze of passages through which we must seek our way, lost and confused, now and again checked in a blind alley.
But always, if we have faith, a door will open for us, not perhaps one that we ourselves would have ever thought of, but one that will ultimately prove good for us.
A.J.
Cronin And now, the story of Who Moved My Cheese, by Dr. Spencer Johnson, and narrated by Alio Voices.
Once, long ago in a land far away, there lived four little characters who ran through a maze looking for cheese to nourish them and make them happy.
Two were mice named Sniff and Scurry, and two were little people, beings who were as small as mice, but who looked and acted a lot like people today.
Their names were Hem and Haw.
Due to their small size, it would be easy not to notice what the four of them were doing, but if you looked closely enough, you could discover the most amazing things.
Every day, the mice and the little people spent time in the maze looking for their own special cheese.
The mice, Sniff and Scurry, possessing only simple rodent brains but good instincts, searched for the hard, nibbling cheese they liked, as mice often do.
The two little people, Hem and Haw, used their brains, filled with many beliefs, to search for a very different kind of cheese, with a capital C, which they believed would make them feel happy and successful.
As different as the mice and little people were, they shared something in common.
Every morning, they each put on their jogging suits and running shoes, left their little homes, and raced out into the maze looking for their favorite cheese.
The maze was a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, some containing delicious cheese, but there were also dark corners and blind alleys leading nowhere.
It was an easy place for anyone to get lost.
However, for those who found their way, the maze held secrets that let them enjoy a better life.
The mice, Sniff and Scurry, used the simple but inefficient trial-and-error method of finding cheese.
They ran down one corridor, and if it proved empty, they turned and ran down another.
Sniff would smell out the general direction of the cheese, using his great nose, and Scurry would race ahead.
They got lost, as you might expect, went off in the wrong direction, and often bumped into walls.
However, the two little people, Him and Haw, used a different method that relied on their ability to think and learn from their past experiences, although they would sometimes get confused by their beliefs and emotions.
Eventually, in their own way, they all discovered what they were looking for.
They each found their own kind of cheese one day at the end of one of the corridors in Cheese Station C.
Every morning after that, the mice and the little people dressed in their running gear and headed over to Cheese Station C.
It wasn't long before they each established their own routine.
Sniff and Scurry continued to wake early every day and race through the maze, always following the same route.
When they arrived at their destination, the mice took off their running shoes, tied them together and hung them around their necks, so they could get to them quickly whenever they needed them again.
Then they enjoyed their cheese.
In the beginning, Him and Haw also raced toward Cheese Station C every morning to enjoy the tasty new morsels that awaited them.
But after a while, a different routine set in for the little people.
Him and Haw awoke each day a little later, dressed a little slower, and walked to Cheese Station C.
After all, they knew where the cheese was now and how to get there.
They had no idea where the cheese came from or who put it there, they just assumed it would be there.
As soon as Him and Haw arrived at Cheese Station C each morning, they settled in and made themselves at home.
They hung up their jogging suits, put away their running shoes, and put on their slippers.
They were becoming very comfortable now that they had found the cheese.
This is great, Him said, there's enough cheese here to last us forever.
The little people felt happy and successful, and thought they were now secure.
It wasn't long before Him and Haw regarded the cheese they found at Cheese Station C as their cheese.
It was such a large store of cheese that they eventually moved to their homes to be closer to it and built a social life around it.
To make themselves feel more at home, Him and Haw decorated the walls with sayings and even drew pictures of cheese around them which made them smile.
One read, having cheese makes you happy.
Sometimes Him and Haw would take their friends by to see their pile of cheese at Cheese Station C and point to it with pride saying, pretty nice cheese, huh?
Sometimes they shared it with their friends and sometimes they didn't.
We deserve this cheese, Him said.
We certainly had to work long and hard enough to find it.
He picked up a nice fresh piece and ate it.
Afterwards, Him fell asleep, as he often did.
Every night the little people would waddle home full of cheese, and every morning they would confidently return for more.
This went on for quite some time.
After a while, Him's and Haw's confidence grew into arrogance.
Soon they became so comfortable, they didn't even notice what was happening.
As time went on, sniff and scurry continued their routine.
They arrived early each morning and sniffed and scratched and scurried around Cheese Station C, inspecting the area to see if there had been any changes from the day before.
Then they would sit down to nibble on the cheese.
One morning they arrived at Cheese Station C and discovered there was no cheese.
They weren't surprised.
Since sniff and scurry had noticed the supply of cheese had been getting smaller every day, they were prepared for the inevitable and knew instinctively what to do.
They looked at each other, removed the running shoes they had tied together and hung conveniently around their necks, put them on their feet, and laced them up.
The mice did not overanalyze things, and they were not burdened with many complex beliefs.
To the mice, the problem and the answer were both simple.
The situation at Cheese Station C had changed, so sniff and scurry decided to change.
They both looked out into the maze.
Then sniff lifted his nose, sniffed, and nodded to scurry, who took off running through the maze, while sniff followed as fast as he could.
They were quickly off in search of new cheese.
Later that same day, him and Haw arrived at Cheese Station C.
They had not been paying attention to the small changes that had been taking place each day, so they took it for granted their cheese would be there.
They were unprepared for what they found.
What?
No cheese?
him yelled.
He continued yelling, No cheese!
No cheese!
as though if he shouted loud enough someone would put it back.
Who moved my cheese?
he hollered.
Finally he put his hands on his hips, his face turned red, and he screamed at the top of his voice, It's not fair!
Haw just shook his head in disbelief.
He too had counted on finding cheese at Cheese Station C.
He stood there for a long time, frozen with shock.
He was just not ready for this.
Him was yelling something, but Haw didn't want to hear it.
He didn't want to deal with what was facing him, so he just tuned everything out.
The little people's behavior was not very attractive or productive, but it was understandable.
Finding cheese wasn't easy, and it meant a great deal more to the little people than just having enough of it to eat every day.
Finding cheese was the little people's way of getting what they thought they needed to be happy.
They had their own ideas of what cheese meant to them, depending on their taste.
For some, finding cheese was having material things.
For others, it was enjoying good health, or developing a spiritual sense of well-being.
For Haw, cheese just meant feeling safe, having a loving family someday, and living in a cozy cottage on Cheddar Lane.
To him, cheese was becoming a big cheese in charge of others, and owning a big house atop Camembert Hill.
Because cheese was important to them, the two little people spent a long time trying to decide what to do.
All they could think of was to keep looking around cheeseless Station C to see if the cheese was really gone.
While Sniff and Scurry had quickly moved on, him and Haw continued to him and Haw.
They ranted and raved at the injustice of it all.
Haw started to get depressed.
What would happen if the cheese wasn't there tomorrow?
He had made future plans based on this cheese.
The little people couldn't believe it.
How could this have happened?
No one had warned them.
It wasn't right.
It was not the way things were supposed to be.
Him and Haw went home that night hungry and discouraged.
But before they left, Haw wrote on the wall, The more important your cheese is to you, the more you want to hold on to it.
The next day, him and Haw left their homes and returned to Cheese Station C again, where they still expected, somehow, to find their cheese.
The situation hadn't changed.
The cheese was no longer there.
The little people didn't know what to do.
Him and Haw just stood there, immobilized, like two statues.
Haw shut his eyes as tight as he could and put his hands over his ears.
He just wanted to block everything out.
He didn't want to know the cheese supply had gradually been getting smaller.
He believed it had been moved all of a sudden.
Him analyzed the situation over and over, and eventually his complicated brain with this huge belief system took hold.
Why did they do this to me?
He demanded.
What's really going on here?
Finally, Haw opened his eyes, looked around, and said, By the way, where are Sniff and Scurry?
Do you think they know something we don't?
Him scoffed.
What would they know?
Him continued.
They're just simple mice.
They just respond to what happens.
We're little people.
We're special.
We should be able to figure this out.
And besides, we deserve better.
This should not happen to us.
Or if it does, we should at least get some benefits.
Why should we get benefits?
Haw asked.
Because we're entitled, him claimed.
Entitled to what?
Haw wanted to know.
We're entitled to our cheese.
Why?
Haw asked.
Because we didn't cause this problem, him said.
Somebody else did this, and we should get something out of it.
Haw suggested, maybe we should stop analyzing the situation so much and just get going and find some new cheese.
Oh, no, him argued.
I'm going to get to the bottom of this.
While him and Haw were still trying to decide what to do, Sniff and Scurry were already well on their way.
They went farther into the maze, up and down corridors, looking for cheese in every cheese station they could find.
They didn't think of anything else but finding new cheese.
They didn't find any for some time, until they finally went into an area of the maze where they had never been before, Cheese Station N.
They squealed with delight.
They found what they had been looking for, a great supply of new cheese.
They could hardly believe their eyes.
It was the biggest store of cheese the mice had ever seen.
In the meantime, him and Haw were still back in Cheese Station C, evaluating their situation.
They were now suffering from the effects of having no cheese.
They were becoming frustrated and angry, and were blaming each other for the situation they were in.
Now and then, Haw thought about his mice buddies, Sniff and Scurry, and wondered if they had found any cheese yet.
He believed they might be having a hard time, as running through the maze usually involved some uncertainty, but he also knew that it was likely to only last for a while.
Sometimes, Haw would imagine Sniff and Scurry finding new cheese and enjoying it.
He thought about how good it would be for him to be out on an adventure in the maze, and to find fresh new cheese.
He could almost taste it.
The more clearly Haw saw the image of himself finding and enjoying the new cheese, the more he saw himself leaving Cheese Station C.
Let's go, he exclaimed all of a sudden.
No, him quickly responded.
I like it here.
It's comfortable.
It's what I know.
Besides, it's dangerous out there.
No, it isn't, Haw argued.
We've run through many parts of the maze before, and we can do it again.
I'm getting too old for that, him said, and I'm afraid I'm not interested in getting lost and making a fool of myself.
Are you?
With that, Haw's fear of failing returned, and his hope of finding new cheese faded.
So every day, the little people continued to do what they had done before.
They went to Cheese Station C, found no cheese, and returned home, carrying their worries and frustrations with them.
They tried to deny what was happening, but found it harder to get to sleep, had less energy the next day, and were becoming irritable.
Their homes were not the nurturing places they once were.
The little people had difficulty sleeping and were having nightmares about not finding any cheese.
But him and Haw still returned to Cheese Station C and waited there every day.
Him said, you know, if we just work harder, we'll find that nothing has really changed that much.
The cheese is probably nearby.
Maybe they just hid it behind the wall.
The next day, him and Haw returned with tools.
Him held the chisel while Haw banged on the hammer until they made a hole in the wall of Cheese Station C.
They peered inside, but found no cheese.
They were disappointed, but believed they could solve the problem.
So they started earlier, stayed longer, and worked harder.
But after a while, all they had was a large hole in the wall.
Haw was beginning to realize the difference between activity and productivity.
Maybe, him said, we should just sit here and see what happens.
Sooner or later, they have to put the cheese back.
Haw wanted to believe that, so each day he went home to rest and returned reluctantly with him to Cheese Station C.
But cheese never reappeared.
By now, the little people were growing weak from hunger and stress.
Haw was getting tired of just waiting for their situation to improve.
He began to see that the longer they stayed in their cheeseless station, the worse off they would be.
Haw knew they were losing their edge.
Finally, one day, Haw began laughing at himself.
Ha ha, look at me.
I keep doing the same things over and over again and wonder why things don't get better.
If this wasn't so ridiculous, it would be even funnier.
Haw did not like the idea of having to run through the maze again because he knew he would get lost and have no idea where he would find any cheese.
But he had to laugh at his folly when he saw what his fear was doing to him.
He asked him, where did we put our jogging suits and running shoes?
It took a long time to find them because they had put everything away when they found their cheese at Cheese Station C, thinking they wouldn't be needing them anymore.
As Hemp saw his friend getting into his running gear, he said, you're not really going out into the maze again, are you?
Why don't you just wait here with me until they put the cheese back?
Because you just don't get it, Haw said.
I didn't want to see it either, but now I realize they're never going to put the old cheese back.
That was yesterday's cheese.
It's time to find new cheese.
Hemp argued, but what if there is no cheese out there?
Or even if there is, what if you don't find it?
I don't know, Haw said.
He had asked himself those same questions too many times and started to feel the fears again that kept him where he was.
Then he thought about finding new cheese and all the good things that came with it and gathered his courage.
Sometimes, Haw said, things change and they are never the same again.
This looks like one of those times, Hemp.
That's life.
Life moves on, and so should we.
Haw looked at his emaciated companion and tried to talk sense to him, but Hemp's fear had turned to anger and he wouldn't listen.
Haw didn't mean to be rude to his friend, but he had to laugh at how silly they both looked.
As Haw prepared to leave, he started to feel more alive, knowing that he was finally able to laugh at himself, let go, and move on.
He announced, it's maze time.
Hemp didn't laugh and he didn't respond.
Haw picked up a small sharp rock and wrote a serious thought on the wall for Hemp to As was his custom, Haw even drew a picture of cheese around it, hoping it would help Hemp to smile, lighten up, and go after the new cheese.
But Hemp didn't want to see it.
It read, If you do not change, you can become extinct.
Then Haw stuck his head out and peered anxiously into the maze.
He thought about how he'd gotten himself into this cheeseless situation.
He had believed that there may not be any cheese in the maze, or he may not find it.
Such fearful beliefs were immobilizing and killing him.
Haw smiled.
He knew Hemp was wondering, who moved my cheese?
But Haw was wondering, why didn't I get up and move with the cheese sooner?
As he started out into the maze, Haw looked back to where he had come from and felt its comfort.
He could feel himself being drawn back into familiar territory, even though he hadn't found cheese there for some time.
Hemp became more anxious and wondered if he really wanted to go out into the maze.
He wrote a saying on the wall ahead of him and stared at it for some time.
What would you do if you weren't afraid?
He thought about it.
He knew sometimes some fear can be good.
When you are afraid, things are going to get worse if you don't do something.
It can prompt you into action.
But it is not good when you are so afraid that it keeps you from doing anything.
He looked to his right, to the part of the maze where he had never been, and felt the fear.
Then he took a deep breath, turned right into the maze, and jogged slowly into the unknown.
As he tried to find his way, Haw worried, at first, that he might have waited too long in Cheese Station C.
He hadn't had any cheese for so long that he was now weak.
It took him longer, and it was more painful than usual to get through the maze.
He decided that if he ever got the chance again, he would adapt to change sooner.
It would make things easier.
Then Haw smiled a weak smile as he thought, better late than never.
During the next several days, Haw found a little cheese here and there, but nothing that lasted very long.
He had hoped to find enough cheese to take some back to him and encourage him to come out into the maze.
But Haw didn't feel confident enough yet.
He had to admit, he found it confusing in the maze.
Things seemed to have changed since the last time he was out here.
Just when he thought he was getting ahead, he would get lost in the corridors.
It seemed his progress was two steps forward and one step backwards.
It was a challenge, but he had to admit that being back in the maze, hunting for cheese, wasn't nearly as bad as he feared it might be.
As time went on, he began to wonder if it was realistic for him to expect to find new cheese.
He wondered if he had bitten off more than he could chew.
Then he laughed, realizing that he had nothing to chew on at the moment.
Whenever he started to get discouraged, he reminded himself that what he was doing, as uncomfortable as it was at the moment, was in reality much better than staying in the cheeseless situation.
He was taking control, rather than simply letting things happen to him.
Then he reminded himself, if Sniff and Scurry could move on, so could he.
Later, as Haw looked back on things, he realized that the cheese at Cheese Station C had not just disappeared overnight, as he had once thought.
The amount of cheese that had been there toward the end had been getting smaller, and what was left had grown old.
It didn't taste as good.
Mold may even have begun to grow on the old cheese, although he hadn't noticed it.
He had to admit, however, that if he had wanted to, he probably could have seen what was coming.
But he didn't.
Haw now realized that the change probably would not have taken him by surprise if he had been watching what was happening all along, and if he had anticipated change.
Maybe that's what Sniff and Scurry had been doing.
He stopped for a rest, and wrote on the wall of the maze, Smell the cheese often so you know when it is getting old.
Some time later, after not finding cheese for what seemed like a long time, Haw finally came across a huge cheese station which looked promising.
When he went inside, however, he was most disappointed to discover that the cheese station was empty.
This empty feeling has happened to me too often, he thought.
He felt like giving up.
Haw was losing his physical strength.
He knew he was lost and was afraid he would not survive.
He thought about turning around and heading back to Cheese Station C.
At least if he made it back, and him was still there, Haw wouldn't be alone.
Then he asked himself the same question again.
What would I do if I weren't afraid?
He was afraid more often than he liked to admit, even to himself.
He wasn't always sure what he was afraid of, but in his weakened condition, he knew now he was simply fearful of going on alone.
Haw didn't know it, but he was running behind because he was weighed down by fearful beliefs.
Haw wondered if him had moved on, or if he was still paralyzed by his fears.
Then, Haw remembered the times when he had felt his best in the maze.
It was when he was moving along.
He wrote on the wall, knowing it was as much a reminder to himself as it was a marking for his buddy him, hopefully, to follow.
Movement in a new direction helps you find new cheese.
Haw looked down at the dark passageway and was aware of his fear.
What lay ahead?
Was it empty, or worse, were there dangers lurking?
He began to imagine all kinds of frightening things that could happen to him.
He was scaring himself to death.
Then he laughed at himself.
He realized his fears were making things worse.
So he did what he would do if he wasn't afraid.
He moved in a new direction.
As he started running down the dark corridor, he began to smile.
Haw didn't realize it yet, but he was discovering what nourished his soul.
He was letting go and trusting what lay ahead for him, even though he did not know exactly what it was.
To his surprise, Haw started to enjoy himself more and more.
Why do I feel so good?
he wondered.
I don't have any cheese, and I don't know where I am going.
Before long, he knew why he felt good.
He stopped to write again on the wall.
When you move beyond your fear, you feel free.
Haw realized he had been held captive by his own fear.
Moving in a new direction had freed him.
Now he felt the cool breeze that was blowing in this part of the maze, and it was refreshing.
He took in some deep breaths and felt invigorated by the movement.
Once he had gotten past his fear, it turned out to be more enjoyable than he once believed it could be.
Haw hadn't felt this way for a long time.
He had almost forgotten how much fun it was.
To make things even better, Haw started to paint a picture in his mind.
He saw himself in great realistic detail, sitting in the middle of a pile of all his favorite cheeses, from cheddar to brie.
He saw himself eating the many cheeses he liked, and he enjoyed what he saw.
Then he imagined how much he would enjoy all their great tastes.
The more clearly he saw the image of new cheese, the more real it became, and the more he could sense that he was going to find it.
He wrote, Imagining myself enjoying new cheese, even before I find it, leads me to it.
Why didn't I do this before?
Haw asked himself.
Then he raced through the maze with greater strength and agility.
Before long, he spotted a cheese station, and became excited as he noticed little pieces of new cheese near the entrance.
They were types of cheeses he had never seen before, but they looked great.
He tried them and found that they were delicious.
He ate most of the new cheese bits that were available, and put a few in his pocket to have later, and perhaps share with him.
He began to regain his strength.
He entered the cheese station with great excitement, but, to his dismay, he found it was empty.
Someone had already been there, and had left only the few bits of new cheese.
He realized that if he had moved sooner, he would very likely have found a good deal of new cheese here.
Haw decided to go back and see if him was ready to join him.
As he retraced his steps, he stopped and wrote on the wall.
The quicker you let go of old cheese, the sooner you find new cheese.
After a while, Haw made his way back to cheese station C, and found him.
He offered him bits of new cheese, but was turned down.
Him appreciated his friend's gesture, but said, I don't think I would like new cheese.
It's not what I'm used to.
I want my own cheese back, and I'm not going to change until I get what I want.
Haw just shook his head in disappointment, and reluctantly went back out on his own.
As he returned to the farthest point he had reached in the maze, he missed his friend, but realized he liked what he was discovering.
Even before he found what he hoped would be a great supply of new cheese, if ever, he knew that what made him happy wasn't just having cheese.
He was happy when he wasn't being run by his fear.
He liked what he was doing now.
Knowing this, Haw didn't feel as weak as he did when he stayed in cheese station C with no cheese.
Just realizing he was not letting his fear stop him, and knowing that he had taken a new direction, nourished him and gave him strength.
Now he felt that it was just a question of time before he found what he needed.
In fact, he sensed he had already found what he was looking for.
He smiled as he realized, it is safer to search in the maze than remain in a cheeseless situation.
Haw realized again, as he had once before, that what you are afraid of is never as bad as what you imagine.
The fear you let build up in your mind is worse than the situation that actually exists.
He'd been so afraid of never finding new cheese that he didn't even want to start looking, but since starting his journey he had found enough cheese in the corridors to keep him going.
Now he looked forward to finding more.
Just looking ahead was becoming exciting.
His old thinking had been clouded by his worries and fears.
He used to think about not having enough cheese or not having it last as long as he wanted.
He used to think more about what could go wrong than what could go right, but that had changed in the days since he had left cheese station C.
He used to believe that cheese should never be moved and that change wasn't right.
Now he realized it was natural for change to continually occur, whether you expect it or not.
Change could surprise you only if you didn't expect it and weren't looking for it.
When he realized he had changed his beliefs, he paused to write on the wall.
Old beliefs do not lead you to new cheese.
Haw hadn't found any cheese yet, but, as he ran through the maze, he thought about what he had already learned.
Haw now realized that his new beliefs were encouraging new behaviors.
He was behaving differently than when he kept returning to the same cheeseless station.
He knew when you change what you believe, you change what you do.
You can believe that a change will harm you and resist it, or you can believe that finding new cheese will help you to embrace the change.
It all depends on what you choose to believe.
He wrote on the wall, When you see that you can find and enjoy new cheese, you change course.
Haw knew he would be in better shape now if he had embraced the change much sooner and left cheese station C earlier.
He would feel stronger in body and spirit, and he could have coped better with the challenge of finding new cheese.
In fact, he probably would have found it by now if he had expected change, rather than if the change had already taken place.
He gathered his will and decided to keep proceeding into the newer parts of the maze.
He found little bits of cheese here and there, and began to regain his strength and confidence.
As he thought back on where he had come from, Haw was glad he had written on the wall in many places.
He trusted it would serve as a marked trail for him to follow through the maze if he chose to leave cheese station C.
He just hoped he was heading in the right direction.
He thought about the possibility that him would read the handwriting on the wall and find his way.
He wrote on the wall what he had been thinking about for some time.
Noticing small changes early helps you adapt to the bigger changes that are to come.
By now, Haw had let go of the past and was adapting to the future.
He continued on through the maze with greater strength and speed.
And before long, it happened.
When it seemed like he had been in the maze forever, his journey, or at least this part of his journey, ended quickly and happily.
Haw found new cheese at Cheese Station N.
When he went inside, he was startled by what he saw.
Piled high everywhere was the greatest supply of cheese he had ever seen.
He didn't recognize all that he saw, as some kinds of cheese were new to him.
Then he wondered for a moment whether it was real or just his imagination, until he saw his old friends, Sniff and Scurry.
Sniff welcomed Haw with a nod of his head, and Scurry waved his paw.
Their fat little bellies showed that they had been here for some time.
Haw quickly said his hellos and soon took bites of every one of his favorite cheeses.
He pulled off his shoes and jogging suit and folded them neatly nearby in case he needed them again.
Then he jumped into the new cheese.
When he had eaten his fill, he lifted a piece of fresh cheese and made a toast.
Hooray for change!
As Haw enjoyed the new cheese, he reflected on what he had learned.
He realized that when he had been afraid to change, he had been holding on to the illusion of old cheese that was no longer there.
So what was it that made him change?
Was it the fear of starving to death?
Haw thought, well, that helped.
Then he laughed and realized that he had started to change as soon as he had learned to laugh at himself and at what he had been doing wrong.
He realized the fastest way to change is to laugh at your own folly.
Then you can let go and quickly move on.
He knew he had learned something useful about moving on from his mice buddies, Sniff and Scurry.
They kept life simple.
They didn't overanalyze or overcomplicate things.
When the situation changed and the cheese had been moved, they changed and moved with the cheese.
He would remember that.
Then Haw used his wonderful brain to do what little people do better than mice.
He reflected on the mistakes he had made in the past and used them to plan for his future.
He knew that you could learn to deal with change.
You could be more aware of the need to keep things simple, be flexible, and move quickly.
You did not need to overcomplicate matters or confuse yourself with fearful beliefs.
You could notice when the little changes began so that you would be better prepared for the big change that might be coming.
He knew he needed to adapt faster, for if you do not adapt in time, you might as well not adapt at all.
He had to admit that the biggest inhibitor to change lies within yourself, and that nothing gets better until you change.
Perhaps most important of all, he realized that there is always new cheese out there, whether you recognize it at the time or not, and that you are rewarded with it when you go past your fear and enjoy the adventure.
He knew some fears should be respected, as it can keep you out of real danger, but he realized most of his fears were irrational and it kept him from changing when he needed to change.
He didn't like it at the time, but he knew that the change had turned out to be a blessing in disguise as it led him to find better cheese.
He had even found a better part of himself.
As Hall recalled what he had learned, he thought about his friend Hym.
He wondered if Hym had read any of the sayings Hall had written on the wall at Cheese Station C and throughout the maze.
Had Hym ever decided to let go and move on?
Had he ever entered the maze and discovered what could make his life better?
Hall thought about going back to Cheese Station C to see if he could find Hym, assuming that Hall could find his way back there.
If he found Hym, he thought he might be able to show him how to get out of his predicament.
But Hall realized that he had already tried to get his friend to change.
Hym had to find his own way, beyond his comforts and past his fears.
No one else could do it for him or talk him into it.
He somehow had to see the advantage of changing himself.
Hall knew he had left a trail for Hym and that he could find his way if he could just read the handwriting on the wall.
He went over and wrote down a summary of what he had learned on the largest wall of Cheese Station N.
He drew a large piece of cheese around all the insights he had become aware of and smiled as he looked at what he had learned.
The handwriting on the wall.
Change happens.
They keep moving the cheese.
Anticipate change.
Get ready for the cheese to move.
Monitor change.
Smell the cheese often so you know when it is getting old.
Adapt to change quickly.
The quicker you let go of old cheese, the sooner you can enjoy new cheese.
Change.
Move with the cheese.
Enjoy change.
Savor the adventure and enjoy the taste of new cheese.
Be ready to change quickly and enjoy it again.
They keep moving the cheese.
Hall realized how far he had come since he had been with him in Cheese Station C, but knew it would be easy for him to slip back if he got too comfortable.
Each day he inspected Cheese Station N to see what the condition of his cheese was.
He was going to do whatever he could to avoid being surprised by unexpected change.
While Hall still had a great supply of cheese, he often went out into the maze and explored new areas to stay in touch with what was happening around him.
He knew it was safer to be aware of his real choices than to isolate himself in his comfort zone.
Then Hall heard what he thought was the sound of movement out in the maze.
As the noise grew louder, he realized that someone was coming.
Could it be that him was arriving?
Was he about to turn the corner?
Hall said a little prayer and hoped, as he had many times before, that maybe, at last, his friend was finally able to move with the cheese and enjoy it.
And remember, cheese and change go hand in hand, and you don't have to resist.
You can change with them.