Things that took
forever and a day to learn:
Politeness is a lost social art.
People don’t always understand it
and confuse it for weakness.
Be polite anyway –that is strength.
But, sometimes excessive politeness
is really just seeking permission to succeed,
or worse, permission to exist –that is weakness.
Quote by Margaret Graham
You exist whether anyone likes it or not, and
you get to define success, for you.
The only one that can grant or deny you
the permission to pursue and enjoy success…
When politeness becomes a prison,
it’s time to take the offensive.
Far worse then offending is living
trapped in your polite, timid prison.
And maybe… just maybe your words
are the difference that was needed all along.
The sharp, quick slap-in-the-face that wakes
the mind to right even greater wrongs.
So, clang your cup against the bars!
Clang and bang and shout and yell
until you find there is no lock and key,
or concrete walls and iron bars trapping
Yes, I know, it’s sad but true.
It was only ever your excessive
politeness that held you captive–
forever and a day.
So, be polite…
but not so polite you abdicate your life.
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I felt him lean in and breath deeply. “Oh, mommy… I love the smell of your hair. It smells like water and flowers and fresh air.” Then he drifted off into sleep, Hugging Teegar and me. The one and only, Teegar the Great!
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For today, turn it off. The fractions, the distractions, And all those moaning contraptions. For today, turn it all off! It’s your choice. Speak your words for the public, Dress and wrap them boldly. Or, speak a lyrical silence. Your thoughts a private treasure, To be puzzled out and savored instead. Yes. That is it. …