Are YOU serious?

About anything?

Serious about good.

Serious about bad.

Serious about this.

Serious about that.

Let me give you a hand.

To feel as if you have a hand in “it”.

The cookie jar?

No.

Something even better.

The rock bottom way of escalating the one self back to the top.

In the most miserably possibly honest way.

Alone.

On the island of I can do this.

With guidance from my “peeps”.

The ones I welcome in to

walk the walk

Even when I challenged them more than they may have deserved.

on the open seas even.

in the corner.

Lotsa places.

Takes a lot of gumption.

It can really stink.

It does not so much take a village.

It does take a boatload of honest intentions.

And.

If your ship, that ship of yours sailed along time ago,

My apologies.

My best wishes to you on jumping “back in”.

Sometimes being at a loss for words is not such a bad thing.

It can, however, take our breath away, in an instant.

Hop on one foot or two.

Consider yourself lucky that you have “options”.

The world moves at a fast pace sometimes.

Move about at your pleasure?

At your whim.

At your pleasure.

Consider yourself lucky that you have options.

No thievery though.

No stealing.

Wrapped up in a creepy, uncertain smile of possibly uncertain intentions.

A story about perseverance—-For You🫵🏻

There is much to be said for thinking outside the box.

Way. Outside.

The box.

Hopefully like great discoverers who came before us, you too, will find your niche, your purpose, your calling.

In the meantime:

Should you need some reference, frame of reference:

Sail on! Sail on!

Joaquin Miller

Behind him lay the great Azores,

Behind the gates of Hercules;

Before him not the ghost of shores,

Before him only shoreless seas.

The good mate said, “Now must we pray,

For lo! the very stars are gone;

Speak, Admiral, what shall I say?”

”Why say, sail on ! sail on!”

“My men grow mut’nous day by day;

My men grow vastly wan and weak.”

The stout mate thought of home; a spray

Of salt wave wash’s his swarthy cheek.

”What shall I say,brave Admiral,

If we sight naught but seas at dawn?”

”Why, you shall say, at break of day:

’Sail on ! Sail on!’”

They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow,

Until at last the blanch’d mate said:

”Why, now, even God would know

Should I and my men fall dead.

These very winds forgot their way,

For God from these dread seas is gone.

Now speak, brave Admiral, and say—“

He said, “Sail on! and on!”

They sailed, they sailed, then spoke his mate;

”This mad sea shows his teeth tonite,

He curls his lip, he lies in wait,

With lifted teeth as if to bite!

Brave Admiral, say but one word;

What shall we do when hope is gone?”

The words leaped as a leaping sword:

”Sail on! sail on! and on!”

Then, pale and worn he kept his deck,

And thro’ the darkness peered that night.

Ah, darkest night! a light! a light!

It grew, a star-lit flag unfurled!

It grew to be Time’s burst of dawn;

He gained a world! he have that world

Its watchword: “On! and on!

C’mon.

You can do it!

Don’t be a clod.

”Can’t” is the worst word.

Ever written.

Ever spoken (wjb)

“Can’t” is a thief.

Can’t robs us.

Of so many good things:

Courage

Thoughts.

Half-hearted work.

Poisons the soul.

Mocks.

Mocks hopes and dreams.

Shortens a man’s aim.

Our aim for and to ambition.

An enemy ambushed to shatter your will.

Refuse it.

Refuse it the lodge that it seeks in your brain😉.

You can do it!

Why.

All that you dream of someday you shall gain.

Can’t.

Hate it. With hatred that is deep and undying—for once it is welcomed ‘twill break any man;

Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying,

And. Answer the demon by saying: “I can.”

Good news: “You can do it!”

That is earthquake of your life stuff for sure.

All you have to do is believe in it.

One way or another.

Even messy, messed up and confusing.

We live in the best of times and the worst of times.

Take it as it comes.

Take it slow.

Take it with decency

Dont get boxed out. (bs)

Of an existence that someone tries to steal right from under you🫤

It is rampant out there right—-the attempted boxing of boxers of boxing out the boxers—barely adequately describes it.

It’s difficult to seek the truth when you are afraid to seek the truth.

Especially when all you may know is the exhaustion of hiding it.

Then the it spirals into the well, now.

Whaddya do?

Ask the question.

The tough ones especially.

It is fair to say, we all hide a little something.

Or a big something.

Or a medium something.

The answer usually IS at the back of the book, at the end of the day, at the end of the line,

But, what fun is that? To know ALL the answers to EVERYTHING?

Once the gaping hole opens, and it all hangs out, what and whose truth is to be believed?

Some people have too much time on their hands.

The knocking on their doors has become the incessant noise they wish to escape. Shut their ears to. Again.

Do it the right way.

The honest way.

You can.

Do it the right way.

The honest way.

You can.

Be the discoverer of all things good.

There are always ways, better ways.

If you are serious.

About it. The better.

It has been said by smart discoverers before us that practice makes perfect.

It is worth a try, worth a time-honored attempt at moving from rock bottom and then steadily climbing and rising to the top.

We really are the teachers of each other.

At the end of the day, at the back of the book, we attract that which we seek.

You can do it!