I have gotten much quieter, but my thoughts haven’t. I’ve come to dislike hanging out in huge groups, because the stones on which I rested on have been worn down by the persistent streams, and I have now come to teeter and totter on what used to be my rock.
Its a huge fight to break out of the very paradigm where you helped pioneer, and where others once celebrated, only to be the only one left languishing in it.
Yet the even more surmountable battle is to humbly acknowledge your lag in joining the crowd, or risk being forgotten and accepting it.
How easy is it to wallow in your losses and stop short of fighting for what is rightfully yours.
You want change, chum? When you’re down, pennies make your world go round, but once you persevere your way up, millions might just be the change in your pocket.Yet, what do you have in mind with them millions?
Time will tell.
Small change will do, for now.