Grassroots men & women!
I’ve
been in desire to speak of sociability—a need, nay, a coercing, to ponder, pontificate
on normality.
ideally,
a soul finishes K-12, maybe goes to college, gets married, has kids, builds a
lofty environment, a home.
it’s
obvious, somewhat elusive, however, the above requires training:
a
good father; an endearing mother; a receptive son or daughter;
otherwise,
‘things’
are askew.
nevertheless,
a qualified person, through training, has friends, gets along with in-laws,
loves, adores his/her family—both sides 😊.
most
qualified souls comfort others, makes a passage when dim, gathers berries for
wines.
most
qualified souls give back to society, relish in learning, respects/applauds,
the beauty in others.
so
much for poverty, albeit, good souls, while niceties are difficult;
or,
a prolific soul, an Alexander The Great soul, a Plato woman, an Aristotle
infant.
most
shy away from gloomy reality, some souls are good, despite, their variance, the
vandalism on self.
most
qualified souls have a quick start, a charged family, a need to love, cater,
form bonds.
an
unqualified soul, has penalties for existence, pains in groins, stomach
bleeding a miscarriage.
an
unqualified soul, isn’t yet a JZ, a Cardi B, a Kerry Washington.
