on your crack (everyone has had one at some time in their lives, so
don't be a prude), but rather like that madman who's actually gotten
bored with the standard issue life & delved so deep into his research
for an easier, more meaningful life that he forgot his way back. But I
digress.
The box I speak of is a box that most of you reading this were groomed
to respect, but something irreverent in you tells you it is just smoke
& mirrors.
You might think it is a job, but you're forgiven because you're wrong.
It is the box of self.
All too often we are deceived into thinking that maybe we're a fixed
point in the experiences of others & so we owe no one a change in
philosophy, outlook or even attitude. I think that is a lie. It is an
even worse lie when you think that something major must occur before
we engage in that change. I am willing to bet dinosaurs thought that
way. Remember the last time you saw one? If you saw a bird, that's all
that's left of that mighty race. (Ask any serious paleontologist. The
scales on their feet isn't an oversight of nature.)
Anyway, back to the subject at hand... I got a job & I love it, I love
the guys I work with, the guy I work for & the perks that come with it
(namely writing). But I had an obstacle before me. Actually it wasn't
before me, it was me & I've been tearing my head inside out to
discover what led to this dilemma.
I recognise it now not to be a dilemma but a chance to evolve, to
grow, to build according to the needs before me as opposed to the
needs I left behind.
This is the box. Character, integrity, and a bunch of other things we
were told to develop as children remain ever important, but what is
even more necessary to note is that these things change. What was
considered integrity in the mid-12th century would be mostly
considered stupidity. (Let me not bore you with the details, but
rather offer your mind a chance to venture there unaccompanied)
As we age, the needs society demands that we meet change. Our sense of
character our change with this. Change for the better, not for some
stupid amalgam based on wrongs done to us in the past, recent or
distant.
I have come to that point where I am determined to preserve myself by
adjusting to the demands made of me.
This post is short because I have get to sleep and work early in the
morning. But basically speaking, I am certain of this...preparing to
change is not anywhere as difficult as changing itself.
Obviously most of us don't remember the terror of teething. I do. And
guess what? The outcome wasn't so bad. I can smile without worrying
about my teeth to gum ratio. It's just right for me. The only thing
that is killing my buzz right now is the lack of power. I can't work
from my phone (yet) & it sucks eggs. But there's tomorrow knocking at
my door, sleep is the key & I'm going to turn it...well, because I can
& also because I must.
That's it. Tomorrow's post will be...
Posted tomorrow, what do you want from me? $1 million? Shit, I'd keep
that to myself first the way things look right now. No wahala, sha.
You're all remembered & loved.
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