Crowd Control

2024.11.06

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Somewhere there's a world without let downs, where lift ups are the way, where the options are stasis or rise.

Somewhere we don't fall.

Somewhere forward is what's best, or not at all.

If it happens there, it can happen here, and so should.

We have to clean house, time to put what's right ahead of what grabs your attention first. The world is too precious a gift to let spectacle run us around like cattle.

A body at war with yesterday never makes it to today, never gets a chance to grow.

What doesn't grow festers, what festers dirties the house for what deserves growth.

When we can do better and do not, we put contempt and despair at the forefront to battle for the best the day can do.

There is a third option America:

You.

With the current attitude on the affairs of state, we set ourselves back, stuck in a too crowded room rubbing and bumping against each other, too close to hear good sense, only the loudest shouts from the most disturbed.

Go outside, America! Get some fresh air.

The world is still a wonderful place when you grant yourself enough space, enough time away from the screams of disorder, in a room you were placed in so the guys outside enjoying the view could keep enjoying it, while you stay well contained in your disturbed dissonant Disturbia wondering how to make anything better, confused as a means of crowd control.

Do better, get alone, take a breath, remember life is pretty good, take care, and for the sake of us all, have your better day.