The perfect morning. Wake up to the sun beams weaving a gossamer of a myriad colors, as they disperse thru the glass panes of the apartment blocks on the far side of the road. Pay your daily homages as you listen to the light morning breeze rustle among the leaves. Break your diligent (hopefully) fast with a sumptous helping of cereal and fruit as you tap along to Mark Knoffler crooning away on the radio.
Tuck that dapper shirt in. Run your hand thru your hair one last time and step out! (I don't have a honey to kiss good-bye as yet ;) ).
The pep in your step, the confidence in your stride, is unmistakable. Relive John Travolta whistling Stayin' Alive as you embark on your conquest of the world.
And Whack!! IT almost hits you like a hard slap right across your pretty visage. You almost feel as if the Devil himself took lengthy pains to ensure all your morning blues and reveries were shaken off as you trudged to office (hell? Naah... :) ).
What is IT?
Well, IT's the billboard outside the church opposite my apartment which reads
"What on Earth am I here for??"
Yep, you read it right. Read IT once again, just to be sure. :).
Such profoundness! Every single day, at whichever hour - IT unfalteringly screams that life-halting question at you which every dude/dudette in his/her mid-twenties dreads!!
How's that for a morning greeting! The question never leaves you - you mull over it all along as you almost ghost-walk your way to office. Dreams of conquest retire to some forlorn corner in your attic (Duhhh...your brain ;) )..
The sun beams glare down and smirk at you, the wind flees to lure another unsuspecting soul, the radio bores you down with news :).
Lunch hour is now the salvation you solicit. Your work now assumes the role of your worship, your road to emancipation. Necessarily :).
Just 7 innocuous words - In the right place, at the right time!
Talk about the the power of words and the power of placement :).
Tuck that dapper shirt in. Run your hand thru your hair one last time and step out! (I don't have a honey to kiss good-bye as yet ;) ).
The pep in your step, the confidence in your stride, is unmistakable. Relive John Travolta whistling Stayin' Alive as you embark on your conquest of the world.
And Whack!! IT almost hits you like a hard slap right across your pretty visage. You almost feel as if the Devil himself took lengthy pains to ensure all your morning blues and reveries were shaken off as you trudged to office (hell? Naah... :) ).
What is IT?
Well, IT's the billboard outside the church opposite my apartment which reads
"What on Earth am I here for??"
Yep, you read it right. Read IT once again, just to be sure. :).
Such profoundness! Every single day, at whichever hour - IT unfalteringly screams that life-halting question at you which every dude/dudette in his/her mid-twenties dreads!!
How's that for a morning greeting! The question never leaves you - you mull over it all along as you almost ghost-walk your way to office. Dreams of conquest retire to some forlorn corner in your attic (Duhhh...your brain ;) )..
The sun beams glare down and smirk at you, the wind flees to lure another unsuspecting soul, the radio bores you down with news :).
Lunch hour is now the salvation you solicit. Your work now assumes the role of your worship, your road to emancipation. Necessarily :).
Just 7 innocuous words - In the right place, at the right time!
Talk about the the power of words and the power of placement :).
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