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Friends. Foes.
Life can be like a heavy weight fight.
Heavy.
Gaining weight.
Losing weight.
Taking on the weight
The weight of the world.
The weight of another.
Friend or foe.
With a right and a left and a right and a left.
Bombastic.
Bombastical.
Boxing style.
Survival of the Fittest style.
Mental.
Physical.
Psychological.
Social.
Emotional.
Take your pick.
Pick the weakest.
And have at it.
Oh!! The fun. Oh!! The glory. The conscience buried beneath the soul. Way down deep. Wayyyyyy down deep.
Burnt toast kinda stuff.
Shifty, batty-eyed kinda stuff.
Just to get one’s way.
Take a swipe.
Swipe left. Swipe right. Right, left, left, right, left.
And the devastating trip down the rabbit hole begins. Of your own existence. To pretend you did not take that nasty swipe at another.
Right. right. left, left. Right. left, right, left.
The weight of the world.
It is simply and factually very difficult, impossible even for someone to utter three little words.
No. Not those🥰.
The other three.
The meaningful three.
The ownership ones.
I’ll let you stew for a bit on that.
Why? Why not? Why don’t? You?
Well. Because
The money starts to pour in.
As well as the excuses.
The malls got it all.
But. with the price of gas, hopefully you can make it there. And back.
A sell out is a sell out.
is a sell out is a sell out is a sell out is a sell out is a sell out is a sell out is a sell out is a sell out is a sell out is a sell out is a sell out is a sell out is a sell out
You coulda just asked. For the bargain price. before she became all spoiled and everything..
Batty eyes and swivel back behinds and all.
Some connections are not as tight as one may think.
Lose even. Twitchy.
Probing and exploring are oftentimes the same difference.
Straight down the middle kind of difference.
”I don’t want to gain the whole world and lose my soul.” (tm)
How about you?
No. Not those three words either.
How do you manage your affairs?
Your affairs?
Outwittingly?
With a wink and a nod?
Inwardly?
Outwardly?
Cowardly?
I thought so.
No. Not those three words either.
Forget me not
No. Not those three words either.
I am tired.
No. Not those three words either.
The soul is a terrible thing to waste.
A terrible thing to waste.
What is the value of a soulless individual.
At the end of the day.
At the end of a life.
How about you?
No. Not those three words either.
There is a case to be made.
For aloneness.
For solitude.
Not to be confused with loneliness……
Sometimes we persevere with the help and compassion of friends and loved ones.
Of loved ones.
Sometimes we have to do it alone.
Sometimes we have to do it alone.
Hard truths.
Good for the soul.
Hard truth.
Pain is harder to share than joy.
If we can find that ourselves can endure cheerfully, we’ll find more company along the way.(wjb)
”Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echos bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure;
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad and your friends are many;
Be sad—and you lose them all—-
There are none to decline your nectaries wine,
But alone you must drink Life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.” (wjb)
Hard truths.
Hard seltzer.
Hard bodies.
Lift. Lift. Lift.
Step. Step. Step.
Right, left, right, left, right left, right.
Do it all over again.
Mind numbing stuff.
Helps to numb.
No. Not those three words either.
A lie has speed but thru has endurance.
Starvation. Sickness. Impatience. Despair.
Patience and Perseverance.
No. Not those three words either.
Perhaps you had best hadith what you preach.
Karma can be a fickle beast among “friends”.
A record of faith, of words, actions and deeds and the silent approval. Of what is said. Of what is done. In some faiths.The backbone. Speech. Report. Account. Narrative.
”Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth”…So help you God.
There He is again, popping up in the most beautiful of places.
God.
The view from the top.
The view from the bottom.
Every morn brought forth a noble chance,
And every chance brought forth a noble knight.
When there is a Will. There is a way.
No. Not that Will. The soulless one. The “paper credit” one.
The soulful one. The bonafide one.
”There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,
Can circumvent or hinder or control
The firm resolve of a determined soul.
The firm resolve of a determined soul.
Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;
All things give way before it, soon or late.
What obstacle can stay a mighty force
Of the sea-seeking river in its course,
Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait?
Each well-born soul must win what it deserves.
Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate
Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves.
Never swerves,
Whose slightest action or inaction serves,
Whose slightest action or inaction serves,
The one great aim. Why, even Death stands still,
And waits an hour sometimes for such a will.
Stiff upper lip.
Or drop the bombshell.
Of you or another’s life.
To better, you. Soulless.
If there is a will, there is always a way, for the soulless to find an insidious way.
BTW.
I forgot.
Almost.
Those three little words.
The ownership ones.
No.Not those three words.
These three words.
”I am sorry”.
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