Sometimes the tired monster takes over, you do everything you can to stop it, but you can’t escape of tiredness, this is today, this is Monday.
Sitting on the porch, you play the song that makes you remember why you play. The wind blowing over the rolling hills, the slight sun peering the through the fluffy clouds, the note resonates on the swaying blades of grass. It is your day, today is FRIDAY!
You get on the bus, knowing what you have to do when you get off. Clutching at your briefcase, you know, once the drop has been made, your life could be in danger, but it is worth the risk.
The watcher waits, integrating with the surroundings, enjoys the passers by and gets to know everyone ,without them knowing about the watcher.
You see, that is the job of the watcher, to only observe never to interact, it can be a lonely existence but thus is the life of the watcher.
The time is here, you know it was going to come to this, but maybe it is sooner than you thought, but you knew. The uprising happened in a wave, plotted and calculated, growing, we never had a chance.
He is a ruthless tyrant who needs to be stopped by any means necessary.
Obstacles in life can often lead you to get weak, fall down and claim you were not treated fairly. The true strength comes from within, at the most opportune moment, you will rise up, and hoist your strength high over your head and proclaim “I AM, STRONG ROBOT!”
Standing on the outside, looking in you wonder what lies ahead, should I knock? Walk in? Or just observe, go forth, be brave, hold steady you will be amazed.
Stand up and serve, as a collaborative we can do this, we are a strong, willing to do what it takes. It just takes one to inspire all.
As kids you can remember your bike is your chariot. Almost like a time machine, it could take you places you would never normally go. Riding around, no destination, and having fun all the way to wherever.
Everyone wants to be a part of something, a gang, a crew, an event. It is the security of knowing that others like what you do, that you can feel the best about what you are doing.
It must be an odd thing to create something so iconic as the Porsche 911 and yet no one really knows who created it. Well, the man who did design the original Porsche 911 Ferdinand Alexander Porsche died yesterday, this is my tribute to him and his car.
The working man, they built this country with their hands, no fancy computers, barely fancy machines, and all guts. Sure, the life was hard, but they were inspired by the possibility of what could be.
Where is the ground? Where is this going to take me? Take a jump, dive down, while the ride down may be a bit bumpy, the landing will for sure be fine.
You see the finish line around the next bend, fuel gauge on empty, tires nearly bald…you got this, hang in there.