She walks with a spring in her step
Her pants are baggy so that she can run
Her t-shirt declares that she dances
A deep red apple in her hand reveals pale yellow gouges
And she munches.
She is walking to class
She is walking to a report that will change a small corner of the world
A text message, another one
From friends, on business
On a sunny day her wraparounds are the epitome of cool.
She is training to be a young professional
Her Palm is ready to take up the challenge
She woke up at 6 this morn
With a fresh mind to productively write
She values her eight hours.
Surely she is Superlifekarma Girl
She has the answers
Right
Surely she knows what she wants
How to get it?
She is not Superlifekarma Girl
She does not have all the answers
And when she does
She has no authority to give them
Because
Her lack of discipline
Foresight
Prudence
Selflessness
Dismays her.
She is no
Superlifekarma Girl
With all the answers.
Kinda sad 🙁
Maybe SLK girl is a bit hard on herself?
…
and wrap around skirts are very…appealing…
2C
I don’t want it to be sad, really.
It was an idea that occurred to me and I had to think it through. I want to give people advice but I can’t because I’m not qualified. The appearance of “having it all” is not a qualification, especially if life has been easy for you. Sometimes, I know what should be done in a situation but I’m too undisciplined, too selfish, too impatient to take my own advice. What right do I have to tell others what to do?
… … There’s a word for this, I think. Humbleness? Humility? Those are good things! This doesn’t feel like a good thing, though. It feels like I should be stronger (eat better, be more productive, not brush people off, not be scared, love people more and give things up for them), then be able to provide coherent and meaningful advice with some credibility. I suppose I wish I could be more helpful.
But no one is Superlifekarma Girl/Boy. I’ve been excused.
Don’t worry, I’m just musing. I’m not angst-filled or anything. Not much, anyway 😉
P.S. For real self-pity-in-the-face-of-very-surmountable-odds, see Britney Spears’s ‘Lucky’. Silly, but I love it.
self-pity-in-the-face-of-very-surmountable-odds?
I’ve got a poem for you, its about desperation, depression and a hint of the indomitability of the human spirit in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds… haven’t written the ending yet though. You’ll have to wait until october 10th for that.
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