The sun was cast of shadows
And unfamiliar faces
It stares you down
That solar gaze
A million days
A million eyes
Bigger than the sky
The sun was cast of shadows
There is no such thing as ‘time management’
Time will not let itself be managed
It is not a physical thing.
Not a tangible thing
Time is instead sand slipping through your fingers
The years behind gradually coming to outweigh the years ahead
You get 24 hours, and an indeterminate number of years
We all do. Nobody gets any more than anyone else.
So try not to forget this as you wait your turn
Plan for some far off day
Or soldier through meaningless meetings.
Perhaps instead it’s a matter of ‘priorities management’
Because much as you’d like to, you can’t do everything
And much as we all hate the idea, you’ll leave this world with your ‘to do list’ incomplete
Maybe you need to shrink your list…
So delete all the things that waste your time,
Banish the people who waste your time,
And consider what you want to do with this little gift you were given
Focus on the *important* things
Perhaps time is a granular thing
But try not to grasp at the individual grains…
There is probably an unwritten rule in which, if someone describes themselves as a ‘visionary’, they aren’t (and you don’t need to look far to find many such ‘visionaries’ extolling their own virtues…)
Just cos you say it, doesn’t make it true, afterall.
It is a matter of reputation…
And you don’t make a reputation with your words. You make it with your deeds. This takes time.
So a person can say about themselves whatever they want. They can believe themselves to be a great person. Perhaps the greatest of all people…
Completely convinced, they can tell others about this, over and over again. And it doesn’t matter how strongly their belief is held, it’s not going to change the outside world to any degree. OK, so maybe it’ll change ever so slightly, perhaps if our ‘visionary’ makes enough of an effort to come across in the right way.
But, as they say, “…you can’t fool all the people all the time”.
Scream your praises at the face of the world. The world doesn’t give a fuck what you say…
It gives a fuck about what you do.
Many attributes have no worth until others buy into them.
And so in some ways being ascribed as a ‘visionary’ is a matter of consensus.
You need a critical mass of people to believe it. You start with the mighty idea *in your head* that your vision is remarkable and then you sell the world on believing this with your deeds. Not your words.
(…unless, perhaps you are a writer?)
And until then you are just one voice crying in the wilderness.
Not a visionary.
I never had a soul to sell
Nor a tale to tell
Nor a care in the world
I barely existed
But I was there for a while…
Staring at an ocean sky
Mouthing sad words
Unable to comply
And mourning the day that
The sunshine went away
When all you had back then were happy times
And now all you have is grey…
The difference between want and need is like the difference between hunger and appetite.
Your hunger can be satiated.
Your appetites, however, are often endless.
Things can be made infinitely better for you by clearly differentiating between the two.
Then expending your time and energy on the essentials of life. Consuming and wasting less.
However, making the distinction between the essential and the superfluous is not as easy at it should be…