The Book of Job
It takes courage to own up to mistakes and admit failure. So they say. This mantra will stand in good stead as I do a stocktake of the current circumstances and consider my options and make my decision.
It isn't easy to face up to "I told you so" remarks, but what to do? All the more apparent is when they've been gunning for your downfall from the start and had their money down on your surrender.
There's no easy way out. You do what you have to do, say what you have to say, make the best of the circumstances, salvage what's saveable, and fight fires as they start. Damage control. That's what it's all about. Not burning your bridges behind you and not having the ones in front of you set upon by arsonists. And then you pick yourself up off the ground, dust off the dirt, and walk out with your head held high.
I had that nagging suspicion but didn't want to confront it then. Besides, desperate times call for desperate measures and you can't, you don't ever look back, much less turn back. You sleep in the bed you've made. You clean up after yourself. No maids to carry your field pack here.
I've tought long and hard about the consequences, but sometimes you can't overthink a problem, but rather go with your heart than with your mind. Life's short. Life's unpredictable. Life's unfair. So what?! Carpe diem, seize the day and make lemonade when life throws you lemons. Otherwise, close the lemonade stand and go play on the swings. Sweet is a life of carefree abandon. Such is the innocence of childhood and days gone by. Is it time for me to grow up and face the world?
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It isn't easy to face up to "I told you so" remarks, but what to do? All the more apparent is when they've been gunning for your downfall from the start and had their money down on your surrender.
There's no easy way out. You do what you have to do, say what you have to say, make the best of the circumstances, salvage what's saveable, and fight fires as they start. Damage control. That's what it's all about. Not burning your bridges behind you and not having the ones in front of you set upon by arsonists. And then you pick yourself up off the ground, dust off the dirt, and walk out with your head held high.
I had that nagging suspicion but didn't want to confront it then. Besides, desperate times call for desperate measures and you can't, you don't ever look back, much less turn back. You sleep in the bed you've made. You clean up after yourself. No maids to carry your field pack here.
I've tought long and hard about the consequences, but sometimes you can't overthink a problem, but rather go with your heart than with your mind. Life's short. Life's unpredictable. Life's unfair. So what?! Carpe diem, seize the day and make lemonade when life throws you lemons. Otherwise, close the lemonade stand and go play on the swings. Sweet is a life of carefree abandon. Such is the innocence of childhood and days gone by. Is it time for me to grow up and face the world?
Posted via LjBeetle