I was actually in a good mood for a moment. I think it was about thirty-seven seconds. Thirty-seven seconds is the exact amount of time for me to roll out of bed, try to stand, pop my back, move three steps, take my medicine, and sit in my chair.
Seeing there was an attack in London and already in my mind, I know what the next few actions will be. People will lie trying to make others feel better, others will give sympathy being too far away or too strapped for supplies to do anything, others will forget the day after and I will sit here knowing that some people will not be coming home.
It may be strange for so many to be sad for so long. We have normalized such tragedy as easily as the coffee being out at our work. I mean it is a horrible thing, but really the biggest knife in my craw is that it will be ultimately fruitless save for people who want to use it as something of a resume builder. People as weapons like that bother me. They truly do.
People are both the greatest and the worst weapons of time. We can build mountains, stop diseases, promote other species lives, and show our greatest bits not for awards or adulation, but for just because they need to be there. We can stand together and do great big things or as single people stand against everything wrong, but we don’t. Goodness knows that this world can be so much more than we are now except to wake up time after time to see that we are destroying each other really for what? The books we read? The colors we parade in our special moments?
There is a lot of good people, my Facebook is full of them. So when I hear about jobs with more power not being able to find one it drives me up the wall. Sometimes to do something well you just need some experience, a wild hair, schooling, or just one of the three. In fact, this whole thing where some people can’t take jobs because of stupid requirements made me think of a set of videos I think people will like. Whether some or not soon I will play Devil’s Advocate to a way of thinking that people can do more than ever expected. Despite all the good, there are also a group, a group of people where you must hyper-specialize in things that may not actually be needed. There is also a group of people who are afraid of work, but love having power or titles and since those people seem to be the biggest problems.
Oh, I noticed you, the kind that would rather have someone do something else when it is so simple to do yourself. Guess what, I want you to take those titles, those jobs, those championships and I want you to hug them close, I want you to cuddle them at night. I want you to enjoy every moment you have them because your practices will soon show cracks in your defense. You will not see it coming one day and soon you will be at the bottom again. Keep everything warm. Maybe, keep those music contracts safe because I know bands that will be great enough to claim them. I know cooks who can run circles around all network chefs, hell even I could still and I can’t feel half of my fingers. Artists who truly deserve the eye of people while so many find the rise of mediocrity like a coming messiah. Finally, I know businessman barely starting that will hold so much that really it is funny when others cast them aside. I can see that talent, and that talent is getting a little restless, so keep those accolades clutched to your chests, because you will wake up to find they have been pulled from you, and maybe you should have tried to keep up.