I wanted to write something pithy,
Always do, doesn’t mean it happens though.
The words are there,
Lined up in my mind
Jostling with each other
Wrapping themselves in knots to the point where they become an incoherent mass of letters.
It’s been a lot like that of late.
I try, but words fail me, or so it seems
So, I go back to reading other people’s words
Even though at times I don’t agree with the order they have used them.
But every man to his own,
Language has its own saving grace
We respond with the words we choose
We put them in the order that satisfies us
We experience that sense of contentment
Job well done.
Maintaining our standards is important
Criticism is good, in small doses,
One needs to be resilient, keep one’s sight on what we want to achieve
Stand tall when all around us might be a wasteland.