In recent times, I have had cause to leaf through the pages of my old journals. Expectedly, this process sends me into deep thinking mode. The scribbles in those journals represents a lot. For the sake of this post though, I will be making a temporary call on ‘aborted pursuits’ because I listened to ‘her’….
I adjusted the collars of my pride, straightened the wrinkles on my values; I took my diginity out on a stroll and reminded her that we never loose.
Provisions are scarcely made for ignorance. You are expected to know certain things. It is a dog eat dog out world there. Fitting in is a statement of being ‘normal’. You don’t fit in and you are tagged a social outcast. The credibility of your performance is a definition of comparison. How good you are…
Your thoughts about how the world should be and the reality of what the world is now should have regular meetings.