I wonder at the people at work
I wonder at the agreeable, and the not so agreeable
What does it mean?
Why does the leader, seek to be a leader
or believe himself to be—Is it credibility—
that once the position is filled, you cannot escape?
You are inside their mold.
I watch them in their blazers and jeans, trying to appear
a cut above the rest—they are neat, and they move quickly
they don’t have time for you
because they believe themselves to be
Feeling annoyed, or frustrated, or anything
is a waste—like it’s not quite real
the people, who work there, aren’t quite real
even though, they spend their lives
in the same place.
They have given-in to the game
and enjoy it
they praise others—to move the light
from those who deserve to be in darkness.
There are those to be cared for—and there are those to be ignored
the important people check-in, to see how you are doing
to make sure you are miserable—or at least, reacting, to them
“Are you going to be here next year?”
Most of the adversity we face
Most people desperately want others to feel their pain
A co-worker says something nasty
and your response is, “I don’t care!” But do you?
Bitterness must be expunged
You are cleaning up the water on the bathroom floor
and a little piss gets mixed in.
You have worked enough jobs to know—the ones in the past didn’t matter
and this one doesn’t matter
You met a retired leader—while you were on the job
He took two steps back
because of your confidence,
when you said, “I thought you were retired?”
“Well, it turns out, the new guy needs my help.”
When they leave, they want to come back,
but what are they coming back for?
I spoke to a leader who had less than six months left to live
She told me, “I have cancer and I’m going to die.”
“Why did you come back?” I asked.
“They need me.”
Pursuing a purpose beyond other people
it can be other people
but mostly, people don’t know what to do.
When you find your purpose, you can test it, secretly
Do you care about anything beyond it? If you do, your purpose has failed
Your opinion depends, on the winds that don’t care
A hurricane kills 50,000
and nobody bats an eyelash, or demands justice
A man kills a woman, and there’s a public execution
Forces, beyond our control, move us
and the winds cease, when you become a force, yourself
and when your power subsides
you can exhale your breath
on the day of your death