Office Saga "hemahemhem" the voices are lowered as a new arrival comes into play. Distrust is rampant and hurt feelings are a dime a dozen. No one can be trusted except those whom you trust because they never know who is for us. These silly games continue a jostle for position or to prove you just don't care. Whispering groups feel vindicated they will be heard even if it's here. Ambition is frowned upon stars that have shone must be dimmed by the 'honest critics' who hold nothing back and give very little worth giving. But once you're gone your gone. And what comes next pray tell?
Tag: seeing things differently
Making Silence Count
Making Silence Count She walks No- She glides No- She floats, keeping her own council, looking neither left or right. Her goals in her sight never engaging in meaningless fights. She creeps along not afraid to sweep aside those who would jeer, snear and envelop other in their despair. She is impenetrable, impregnable. Her grey swirl of invincibilty cacoons her from head to toe They can sense her, but they don't know When, where or how she goes. For she can keep her secret. Her best friend Ms Descreet, will be with her til the very end.
See Your Way Out
See Your way Out When in doubt see your way out. Pull back the hand from out the monster's mouth. Take your time don't be loud and see your way out! Though they try to stop your goodbye with pitiful sighs hold firm and reply "nice try on this hill I will not die!" So while you can take that stand Give one answer throughout though I don't always know what I am about, today, "I must see my way out"
Ant Life
Ant Life Who knows which way it goes, a day or two a few decades perhaps, no one never knows. Make sure though to stay close to home or be a dead expereiment. Nothing is gauranteed, because your time is short (no cretaceous life time), We must do all now. transitory being that's all we will be no crown to lengthen the years. All we can do is carry the seeds that contenment breeds.
We Have To Do the Work
We Have to Do the Work I know it's hard I know we want to burst! Sometimes with nothing happening nothing seeming to do. But we have to do the work the messy messy work, to get to that palcewe have to get to. We have to do the work each day again and again. We will find the way...
A New Environment
I watched a YouTube video recently. It was about a Betta fish – had no idea there was such a thing by the way – that was about to die and was rescued! Yes, it was about this fish. Now, as for me and where I am from, you eat fish no questions asked. Therefore, to rescue a fish would be seen as a very strange thing indeed!
The video begins with the rescuer of said fish giving an account of her first meeting with this very lucky-still-to-be-alive fish, which was not very good, “he was very pale and very skinny, he was missing his entire tail, it had completely rotted off”. What immediately came to mind was that a fisherman encountering such a harrowing sight would just throw the poor fellow back into the water and deem it a waste of time.
However, one man’s trash is most certainly another man’s treasure. Sparing no expense, because she could, she transferred him to a hospital tank – again a new bit of information here that I never knew! So, she ‘transplanted’ it to a new home and over time with love, food and care the sickly fish recovered. The once sickly pale and emaciated fish was replaced by one of the most beautiful fish I had ever seen, wearing a beautiful and vibrant salsa dress- well that is how the fins looked to me! The point is, in this new environment with better treatment the betta fish flourished and surprised even the owner.
That takes me to my current thought. In the wrong environment we too may find our lights dimmed, our potential stifled and our very lives slowly seeping away into the cracks of despair. There comes a time when a change of environment can do a world of good. There are some who stay too long at a rest stop and forget that they are on a journey. Maybe, just maybe from time to time we have to access our current situation, transplant ourselves somewhere else if we want to flourish and reach our full potential.
I Want To
I want To I want to write about soaring through the air landing here there and everyhere I want to grab my dreams and ride them reel by real. I want to stand on the shoulder of God and think it not odd to feel Him nod, "Yes my child you did it!" I want to untie all the lies that have kept me from my flight to spread my wings. I want to show my muscles so you can say, "look at her tough humble beautiful, don't mess with her!" I want to gather to myself all manuscripts collecting dust on my shelf and travel through their pages. I want so much just beyond my fingertips
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