In this world, it seems that we must be constantly outdoing each other. I would like to step off that nowhere train, that obvious disaster, and embrace a state of not giving a damn for such things as reputation, climbing ladders and being the very, very best that one busy bee can be. Is it not enough to have enough, and let life flow from there, without some sort of measure of best? For what good is my best, as even to achieve great things hardly slakes my thirst? The price for giving everything is very often everything else. Some days you try and you get lucky. Reward yourself. Other days you give just as much and little comes. Beat yourself with a stick? Haha, curse all your demons and the devil bites back! What is something worth if you cry when you don’t get it? What is it worth if you don’t? Everybody knows that the train is going nowhere. Us against them just makes too many enemies. What some fail to realise is that the “anti-train” train is not going far if its movement hinges upon constant whinging. Better to go wrong and shrug inwardly than get it right and sigh. A turn of phrase maybe, but observe what happens when the lights turn red.
