August 5, 2021
What this can’t become is my place to gripe. I don’t have it in me. Somewhere I’d end up turning it into a mismatched moment of daily exercises and use it to locate answers to questions. Oh we have opinions! Every person on the planet receives them every day. At fifty nine though I find myself not wanting to waste the energy on a verbal conversation that’ll go nowhere. Most of what I want to say is left on a page. But this place cannot become a platform to put grip in the gripe. Will it make Covid go away? No. Will it easy up on the flying insects driving you insane? No. Then there’s no reason to sink fuel in the veins of the human gripe. Remind yourself how the rays of light that which ignite our paths are constantly shown shadows that endlessly bend in every direction. What will you have to show for your moment of gripe? Remove it from your scene. Learn to be seen in the eyes of solutions and not the rock that blocks the flow of performance.