The suffering Hebrewman.
Ages of delightful heritage. Hard worker till the bitter end. Celebration of
life, but under conditions. To survive. To succeed. To be different. To be the
same. Yes actually, I truly do Love the culture I was brought up in. What makes
some folks think that this ball of steel in the stomach called pressure does
any good? What’s the worst that could happen? Do all cultures and all people
react the same way to danger?
The worst thing that
could happen is usually not the reason for our distress. As a matter of fact,
using pressure to achieve goals usually pulls us away from what truly matters. Try
and explain it to someone who knows nothing but the rooted behavior of
generations upon generations. Someone, please remember: Everyone can choose their
own character and environment; nowadays more than ever.
It’s alright to pause. To
just be. What’s the worst that could happen? The sun is out again, did you see?
You’re lucky, you know? So many adorable stimulators all around you. So many. When
you take action to your happiness it only takes you forward. Every action
brings better results, more control and you become a stronger, evolved person.
A new person. Rejection? That’s only but another step on the way to success.
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