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How I, Alexander, untied the Gordian Knot

I recall climbing the hill like it was yesterday. I approached the knot. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Macedonians and Phrygians surrounding me. The rush was great and worth the price of admission alone.

But would I stop there? Hell no!

I initially tried untying it the old-fashioned way. As you can imagine, I would have untied it, no doubt. But I took a step back, and in a really great manner asked: "What does it matter how I loose it?"

All right, so I didn’t exactly ask anyone, I just did it. I drew my sword, and in one swing severed the knot.

Incidentally, a storm took place that night. While some could have interpreted this as discontent and disapproval by the Gods, I reassured the people that thunder, lightning and a downpour of rain actually represented the Gods giving the two thumbs up sign.

I had altered the course of mankind by untying a stupid knot. So maybe I did not solve it the way that it was intended to be solved for I used my sword. But it worked. I had too much to do; much more to conquer, so I took matters into my own hand.

It was not important how I cut it, but that I was bold enough to cut it my way. Anyone else could have had the courage and boldness to sever it with a sword for a hundred years. But no one did. And if no man dared cut an inanimate object for over a century and claim his stake to the throne, then no man deserved the throne in the first place.

In life, I found out at an early age, nothing is handed to you on a silver platter, but if you do not go for what you want, inevitably someone will pick up the platter and smack you across the head and grab the loot.

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