There
is a need for many—most for success—much because you’re a good person. A desire
to be near—to hold countenances—to walk into the gray zones. There is an imbalance. The experiences
differ. You haven’t been exposed—to elements, dungeons, slums and crops. You’ve
sacrificed to adore life. There is comfort in being correct … something isn’t
aligned. Like a dream to erase it, it
shall live, despite water and cleansing.
Many mechanics are on the job … it is still a rebuilt engine; it will
never be new and pristine again … it might be better though.
You preach to the choir. You plead
your case. They snare and gnash their teeth. You quote scripture, most are
unfamiliar, most don’t like the self-conscious feeling, most don’t need that.
You accept being rebuilt. You speak to it. You are growing. Many take issue,
they speak of a concern. You spread force, power, you wrestle the sad ghosts;
many feel inspired—they live out another day—despite being rebuilt, some find
goodness in the refurbished you.
The cycle is similar. Humans are
similar. Letting go is challenging; on the part of the observer, and the part
of the experiencer. One can’t believe in you, and self has a time believing in
you. Something is in motion, goodness
is happening, a human is developing.
