Unstoppable

@heruvim1978 · 2025-10-11 18:40 · scholarandscribe

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The journey is the real deal, reaching its end is just a collateral benefit, if you go through it, the one that left home is not the same as the one who just returned.

Isn't this the aim, the name of the game, that the one I am today is different, even better, than the one I've been yesterday.

Such an ugly word, yesterday, got all our crushed hopes in it, almost as bad as tomorrow, can't shake that sorrow, looking back or forward will make us blind to the multiple options that are around us right now. Go,go,go! Never stoop so low, never feel that bad even if the worst thing that you did is known around the world, no not be ashamed of yourself, you are not some elf on the shelf, chit-chat, that little fat duck looking like an angel, you are not in danger of losing yourself, chief, do not be that stiff, always look ahead, but do not forget about the oil from the tea spoon, is will tell you soon, about the wise man story, and the glory of seeing all the wonders, from all the rooms, without losing what you got in the spoons.

It was in the Persian empire swords for hire, when the two of us listened to that parable for the first time. No crime is bigger than forgeting to take care of yourself, on behalf on that stubborn calf that was borrowed by the poor carpenter when we were on our way back from the hidden school. It was cool for a bit, we even had time to sit and listen to the words, no more swords, no more crows, it was all good until we invented the bows, bow before me, and see the raw power, never be lower than the One in charge, the creater of this universe, no verse is so close to explain why I am in pain right now. I cannot even bow, even if my shoulders are heavy even if I did not touch the gravy in a long time, that one dime, penny for your thought, was that just my cough? We were suppose to last as long as the stars borrow our inner light, That was a sight to behold, it is cold right now, and the blow of the wind put us in a bind. Too late to be kind, said that Father Time.

Well, I miss my aim, nobody to blame, we are all the same, you and me, you see, I try not to cry, time to say goodbye!

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