He’s been running.Running barefoot through the streetsLooking for himselfOr rather the best version of himself;The person he promisedHis eight year old selfHe’d be one day-But his searchHas yielded nothing so far.The dust clings to him.The mud is now cakedIn the cracks of the soles of his feet-These feet,That have carried himFaithfully so farOn his quest,Are […]Read more "Oily hands, Ashy feet"
There’s a reason whyLife is livedIn days andNot yearsWhy victoryOften comes slowlyAnd why most of us aren’t bornWith teeth and facial hair.Life refuses to be rushed,To giddy upTo the gallop of our ambitionNo matter how noble or urgentOur cause may be.Small steps are blessedBecause unlikeLarge, occasional leaps,Small daily exploitsAre always within reachAnd we are much […]Read more "Small steps are blessed"
Because progress itselfIs a trade off-Giving up where you areFor where you are headed.Exchanging the fixed security of childhoodWith the random chessboard of adulthood,The free time of unemploymentSwopped for the limitations of a 9 to 5,The barrier of being an unknown contenderGivng way to the extensive accountability of being known,Laying down the endless possibilities of […]Read more "There really is no ‘having it all’"
God didn’t waitUntil day number sevenTo say‘Ít is good.’He said it fromThe very first day.Before the seas were teemingWith fishOr the skies punctuatedWith constellations,Or the hills and fieldsWere filled with tall grass and fragrant flowers.No, on that first dayWith having justSeparated light from darkness,He pronounced satisfaction,Happiness,Delight, even.Joy along the wayIs often hard to findBecause we […]Read more "Joy along the way"
Sometimes it’s not that you’re a bad swimmer-You’ve landed yourself in choppy waters.Sometimes the water will be colder than you expected-Swim fast to keep warm.Sometimes your arms and legs will get tired-Take a break. This is not a race.Sometimes you’ll just tread water and stay in the same spot-You could use the exercise. Keep paddling.Sometimes […]Read more "Learning to swim"
There are number of things in professional lifeThat serve as proxies for progress;Weak substitutesFor the work that really mattersAllowing us to be ’busy’ yet not really creating valueSpending the day raking leavesInstead of digging for gold.Important work demands focusAnd in a hyper-connected worldHellbent on distracting usFocusing on hard things is harder than ever,And its much […]Read more "Proxies for progress"
We can only count as worthwhile The things we get done. Before something can ever be thrown into The trash It has to have existed first. Unwritten books Unspoken words Unattempted ideas Will never be up for consideration, For either rejection or celebration. The world we live in Is made up of the things that […]Read more "Done"
How long can you sit with discomfort? Uncertainty? Imagine the absurdity of getting anxious That a seed you sowed a few days ago hasn’t sprouted Or that the baby born last November Isn’t paying her own taxes? Things take time. There’s no other way to say it. Hacks. Shortcuts and creative work arounds May get […]Read more "Not everything can be microwaved"
You Only Get Today OnceUnlike YOLOThis is not an endorsement of a scarcity mindsetAs though we should behave as though this moment is all that we have.It’s not.We have a historyAnd God willing we have a future,And today is an opportunity to tip the arcThat connects our past and our future in a particular direction.The […]Read more "YOGTO"
In many respects, We live simultaneously the best and worst lives of any generation gone before us. The potential for greatness has never been greater Nor has the proximity of discontent ever been closer. Its easier to get more things in this life than ever before, Especially if you’re born in the right places with […]Read more "Accelerator crisis"