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| (Provence, France, 2004) |
We are like children still running around
begging for someone's approval.
Always will someone know
something we don't.
Always will someone have
constructive criticism to share.
Always will our offerings
fall short of perfection.
Yet they are worth their weight in gold.
What I see and what I know is utterly unique
A gift for the world of my perspective
that no one, no one can match.
This is true of you, as it is of me.
Advice exists in abundance.
We could drink from that fountain endlessly
and never be sated.
Action teaches faster and with more precision.
Plans can be made in abundance.
We can dance for years with our plotting,
the illusion of control it spins.
Action acts faster and with more effect.
Ideas can be explored to endless heights.
We can spark and expand them into wondrous story
Until they fly from our grasp.
Action tethers ideas to now
And asks them to serve.
What I am, now, also tethers me here
and asks me to serve.
One day, ready or not, we just have to decide to climb
or go home and forget the wonder (if we can).
