Minimalistic mind, minimalistic memory. Hints, stints and innuendo

Better keep your distance.

Lest you forget what is important.

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Those who fight the good fight and win need to be brave only once.Those who lose must show courage twice. So we must steal ourselves for harder things than triumph.

(wjb)

Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh😢😖.

I want my trophy NOW.

Not later.

”Let others cheer the winning man,

There’s one I hold worthwhile;

Tis’ he who does the best he can,

Then loses with a smile.

Beaten he is, but not to stay

Down with the rank and file;

That man will win some other day,

Who loses with a smile. (wjb)

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Does not matter if you win or lose it is how you play the game.

At the least, make it count.

At the most, strive to learn something valuable.

Used goods when used for good are, GOOD!

”Spend the years of learning squandering

Courage for the years of wandering

Through a world politely turning

From the loutishness of learning.” (SB)

Go ahead.

If you must.

Go straight to

the back of the book

to trust,

that which you hold

as fear

the answer to your life

so near and dear.(ja)

Some folks need to know.

Some folks want to know.

Some folks steal to know.

Some folks kneel to know.

Some folks pay to know.

Some folks stray to know.

Some folks stay to know.

Some folks hold at bay to know.

Some folks waste a day to know.

Some folks turn to gay to know.

Some folks bale hay to know.

Somes folks watch the blue jay to know.

Some folks take lay to know.

Some folks wait until May to know.

Some folks seek out a ray to know.

Some folks need their say to know.

Some folks lose their way to know.

Some folks scream “yay” when they know.

Know what?

The End Game.

Samuel Barclay Beckett, Irishman, Novelist, Dramatist, Shirt Story Writer, Theater Director, Poet and Literary Translator. Beckett expressed the darker side of a life in a written and performed one act play.

The End Game.

He wrote about one such group of persons in bantering modality. His work is an absurdist, tragicomic one act play about a blind, paralyzed, domineering elderly man, his geriatric parents and his doddering, dithering, harried, servile companion in an abandoned house in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, who mention they are awaiting some unspecified “end” which seems to be the end of their relationship, death, and the end of the actual play.

Elder care👨🏾‍🦳👵🏿??

How’d Mr.Beckett know.

Was he a fortune teller?

Basic.

Positive.

Thinking.

Or.

Babbling.

Doddering

Idiocy.

Depends on the situation.

No win situation.?

Fighting a losing battle?

Comfortable in misery?

A victim mentality?

Reckless?

Self-elected pessimism.

Playing checkers whilst everyone else plays chess.

Two tier justice system?

Lose your nerve.

Lose your pulse.

To start.

To stop.

To stall.

To lurch forward.

Beckett saw the desperate in people—what people are willing to do at their last gasp. Often seeking something in return again and again as central point to their message.

What is the point?

Ask yourself:

What have I done today?

Nixon Waterman took a stab at it.

Work is not a plan for work. Putting off work can be the same as just plain not working. (wjb)

”We shall do much in the years to come,

But what have we done today?

We shall give our gold in a princely sum,

But what did we give today?

We shall lift the heart and dry the tear,

We shall plant a hope in the face of fear,

We shall speak the words of love and cheer,

But what did we speak today?

We shall be so kind in the after while,

But have we been today?

We shall bring to each lonely life a smile,

But what have we brought today?

We shall give to truth a grander birth,

And to steadfast faith a deeper worth,

We shall feed the hungering souls of earth,

But whom have we fed today?

We shall reap such joys in the by and by,

But what have we sown today?

We shall build us mansion sin the sky,

But what have we built today?

’Tis sweet in the idle dreams to bask;

But here and now, do we our task?

Yet, this is the thing our souls must ask,

What have we done today?

Richard Le Galliene piggybacked on Waterman’s work in his own response, call to action of

“I Meant To Do My Work Today”

”I meant to do my work today,

But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,

And a butterfly flitted across the field,

And all the leaves were calling me.

And the wind went sighing over the land,

Tossing the grasses to and fro,

And a rainbow held out its shining hand—

So what could I do but laugh and go?

Exactly.

What to do. What to do.

Union is strength.

United we can be more than a match for our frenemy enemies: If you quarrel and separate, weakness puts you at the mercy of those who attack.

An honest heart will always find friends.

Someone sees you. In any act of dishonesty we are never truly hidden like we like to think we may be.

Lies.

Accusations.

Innuendo

A stint here.

A stint there.

Everywhere a stint, stint.

The above list of actions and reactions are insidious activities. The behaviors have the potential of taking on a life of their own and very possibly at the expense of your own life, of the lives you hold near and dear.

Exhaustive.

Mind numbing.

Energy sucking.

Yuck.

Choose life.

A good life.

Remember not getting what you want may be a wonderful stroke of luck.

Simplicity is easy

Complication is hard.

Go for it.

For what?

That which you hold near and dear, close to the vest.

Strip back the unnecessary.

The rest will take care of itself.