In this world of never-ending responses to more information than any word-user can handle — but that’s nevertheless a mere walk in the park for the wordless fire, wind, earth, and water — it ain’t easy to be the master of your moments.
All I’m saying is it doesn’t have to be that hard.
The minute we decide to not give up, we muster unexpected strengths to accepting the world as it is, not as we wished it were. With the serenity to accept the things we cannot change, the courage to change the things we can, and the wisdom to know the difference, the walk in the park can at least be imagined.
But without a strong why, it is difficult to persevere.
Why
Without a strong why, standing out from the majority of word-users can be a daunting task, but without it, you’re a part of what you don’t want to be a part of.
If you don’t have a strong why to begin with, the decision to never give up feels like climbing a mountain.
What happens when you get a pebble in your shoe? Do you give up?
If so, this post isn’t for you.
A compelling why is essential, but you don’t yet know if it’ll be enough to overcome the obstacles on your journey. To find out, you’ve got to take the first step knowing you’ll never give up. Come rain or shine, keep a close eye on what the other captains do, not for knowledge, but it helps.
When you keep your word, many decisions are already made.
When you don’t lie, you don’t have to remember anything.
On this proud planet we grew up strong, wanted, needed, taught to compete, to fight, and to win.
With no fight left, we never thought it possible to either fall or fail.
A word-user whose dreams have all deserted, I changed my words, my face, my name.
No one wants you when you lose.
Don’t give up
Because you’re not beaten yet. You have friends. You know you are the elements. You know you are the wordless fire, wind, earth, and water, knowing full well you can do as good as they can.
You see it all around you, thinking you’d be last to go.
You never imagine that you could be affected.
The way things turn is so magical.
I returned at night toward my home, the place where I was born, on the lakeside.
As daylight broke, I saw the earth as though for the first time.
Bursting the sky arrives a black vulture, wings spread. I see it circling, close, with eyes of rubies and feathers the colour of night. A forehead of a thousand lights, a blue diamond for a crown.
With a rustle of its wings, the vulture lands.
The trees burned down to the ground.
Don’t give up
You still have us.
We don’t need much of everything. Where would we put it anyway?
Somewhere there’s a place where we belong. Somewhere there’s a place where you can rest your head.
Let it be. You worry too much. It’s going to be alright.
When the going gets rough, you can fall back on us.
Don’t give up
Got to find the way out of here.
Perhaps there’s a path less traveled, a path least traveled naturally.
I can’t take anymore. A headlong circle game standing on that bridge right here keeping my eyes down below, watching where all rivers flow, yet the sea isn’t full.
Found the way out of here to another country. As if things hadn’t changed, for every job so many word-users. So many word-users no-one needs.
They’re calling for workers, word-users come, thanks to the schools the word-users built.
Much water has gone under the bridge. Much other stuff at the same time.
Things haven’t changed. Every truth adds up to a big lie.
The answers blowing in the wind, no candles in the window, you’re not the only one.
You still have us.
There’s no reason to be anything you’re not. There’s no reason to feel guilty.
Please don’t give up
You have friends.
We’re proud of what you are, what you do, what you don’t, what you have, and what you have not.
From personal experience you know it’s never been easy.
You also know it’s never going to be this hard ever again.
There’s a place where you belong.
There’s a place where we belong.
I believe it.
Call it a dream.
It does not change anything