Yeah, No Shit!

It sucks working for another person. That person, can and will tell you how to live your life, and will hold your family income over your head like the sword of Damocles. They will use you as they feel fit and discard you when they are through with you.

Perceptions? Perceptions cemented over 30+years (yeah, I’m stubborn)

You can be a core instrument to a job/career and when the time is ripe, cut loose like a hanging chad,,,,

Did you make a difference? Is your name carved in stone on the executives wall?

Probably not. More likely just another cog in the machine moving forward in time. You might be remembered by a handful of other cogs, but at the end of a decade, you’ll at most be another name in another book that slowly fades away to an illegible inkstain barely perceptible under good light. So few make the mark that lasts centuries, some directly, others vicariously, or in infamy. Funny how the worst seem to hold the longest.

And how the words and deeds of those remembered might be twisted in new ways to manipulate the now.

The NOW. Here and now. Right this moment, people of all stripes and splotches use information as a tool, some to drive, some to manipulate, and how one perceives it is entirely up to the individual. If you hold information to protect sources, aren’t you also manipulating information at large? Is it yours to make that choice, or are you just another cog in a machine moving forward in time?

It’s late in my life to make the choices that would have a lasting impact on the world. I’ve made bad choices in my past, as has most anyone, and my choices now are much more informed and guarded, since I have so little time left to this ‘reality’. The biggest choice I make now is one for some semblance of posterity. Maybe not some epic tale to carry my name forward in time. Maybe not a set of morals that found nations and religions. Maybe just a series of silly stories that my great-grandkids will read and take something forward in their own right and time. Maybe it will be the first stone in building something bigger. Or just another pebble laying in the riverbed of history, forgotten by all except that one small snail clinging to it.

But words to my grandkids now. Do not buy the bullshit. Don’t take that J.O.B. just to get by. Find your own paths, tell your own story, make your own LIFE by your standards. Be the rebel. Be exceptional in your own way. And maybe, you will be remembered for something much greater than the carcass you leave behind to moulder in a grave or scatter as ashes in the wind.

Stand forward when the world retreats and make a difference.