Remember:
there’s no elevator
to success,
so you’ll have to
throw yourself
down the stairs.
Lead, follow,
or get your ass
out of the way
is the motto here,
not that you
have any choice:
remember,
success is
10% inspiration and
90% flop sweat
while you’re waiting
to be revealed
as a fraud
and you’re obviously
soaked through.
Remember
that there’s no “I”
in “team” but
there is one
at the beginning
of “isolation,”
another one buried
in the heart of
“exile,” one close
to the end of
“rejection.” Remember
that the longest
journey begins
with a single half-aware
solo stumble. Take it.
Take that step
and only stop
when you realize
that you are suddenly
up to your ass in
alligators.
Remember then that this
is success since
your objective
was to get so deep
in the swamp
that they would never
find your body.

May 30th, 2015 at 7:54 pm
As almost always….I enjoyed your combination of hope and cynicism, of wanting to hide, yet being compelled to risk the vulnerability of success.
And I find particular delight in the ending: the success of getting so deep in the swamp that they will never find your body. “No eulogies, please.”