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Life’s a
game, is it not? It requires some skill and a good game plan. With intent to win this game, all should know its rules. Has any one seen my copy of this book? Knowledge could have lent a hand, but went A.W.O.L. around some bend. Control should have handled what remained, but has been uncooperative ever since knowledge went. Now, some play this game with a mere hope to win. I applaud this expectation, but fear that hope alone, just won’t do. Responsibility is an uninvited guest. It remains with you, whether you want it or not. It brings with it accountability, and that is “what you really don’t want.” So, like a fool, you shout commands, to a team that doesn’t know you’re the boss. It is clear that you don’t know what to do, and it is getting closer to the end. I rush around and make a noise, convince a few to go along with me. I know how it should be done! Just do what I say; please don’t leave me alone. I realize that “Time” and money are alike; it’s only around when you don’t need it. Money, I can save in a bank, but where do you propose I deposit my time? There are so many things I have to do. Just my job would have been enough. I have to love and still provide. Be a friend and then, have some belief. Look at these small hands of mine. They cannot hold all these things. I could control all of these, should I juggle them. Therefore, a juggler I became. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |