THE GRE△T ♱ SECRET SH◎W

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Here’s some blood, sweat, and tears.

Here. In the way 26 letters have been arranged together, over and over, and differently all over again.

None of it by accident.

Some of it fluff, for sure.

But blood, sweat and tears all the same – as any path that is produced from a passion goes, right?

There doesn’t have to be pain to say that blood, sweat and tears were shed.

Because effort and emotion don’t come from equivocal existence. That’s data capturing. Or Kardashian watching. Or Nkandla having.

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They say that it’s not wise to piss in waters you’re gong to have to drink. Like that don’t burn the bridges that you may have to cross later idiom.

That’s pretty fair advice – though it should be considered in the context of who’s dolling it out.

Those who sprout it loudly are usually the idiots who’ve never come close to understanding what goes in to building a bridge.

I don’t know much about building bridges either… but I can swim.

Still… It must be considered that the predators in the water may be as portentous as those behind you. So when they say these things, their point is obviously that each situation should be assessed by its facets, and by the scale of the fences that you’re faced with therein.

Always a colourful challenge!

Because what is mindful to one man will be madness to another; one man’s innate will be another man’s irrational; and passionate to him may be needs-professional-help to her. Ergo, one soul’s journey is to another – just a joke.

Still, within each one’s headspace – each is right. And so it should be!

Why would you get up each day and actively expend your tenacity by way of your talents despite that relentless reminder called time, for something you didn’t believe – with every iota of your being – to be right, right?

Riiight…

There are 3 types of people in this world:

  • Sheep
  • Wolves, and
  • Sheep Dogs

I believe in cycles of living (whether all experienced in one life, or through reincarnation [but that’s for another post altogether]), so I recognise the list above, simply because I can personally identify with having been one– and all of the three.

Sometimes in greatly divided sections of my life and time, and other times through overlapping, role-playing as and when, for the good of the gamut on the go.

“Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present,
and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”

We carry

We continue

We trail

We trudge

We promise

We proclaim

– and yet… we think that to admit pain is – via something recognisable as blood, sweat or tears – an admission of being vain?

Is it?  

Where have all the cowboys gone?

Where are the captains of confidence?

Where are the giants of goodwill?

I think I know…
…and I think you do too.

THE GREAT AND SECRET SHOW

They lie dormant … in you.

You are your own good idea.

What you wake up with… what you take to bed every night when the lights are out and it’s just you with your unquiet mind … that’s you!

There’s your magic.

That’s your marvel.

And YOU are its headline act.

You will go from dark to Light. You will go from yellow brick roads to being yelled at; from being lauded to being lied to; from being saluted to being spat at, from favour to being fired, and – more often than not – each dime of duality will be delivered, dimly, simply, by the same dull faces.

“But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfilment they can.”

WHERE IS YOUR MASTERPIECE BURIED?

“Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts ~ brothers and countrymen once again.”

Your feelings are fashioned by your faith.

And faith (not religion, but faith) is bottled at the source of greatness.

That source is what you see in the mirror, every single day.

It lives in you.

…but only when you let it…

So let it.

Show it.

Share it.

Send it out.

Celebrate it.

Captain your confidence.

And when you get there, be generous with your goodwill (as any giant should be).

Because that’s you on the front page…

and none of it is by accident!

THE GREAT AND SECRET SHOW

(and maybe now it doesn’t have to be such a secret)

#WritingStoriesDifferently

 © Dylan Balkind