22/09: Stop. Breathe. Don’t Stop, EVER!
Posted by: Captain Forehead
As the Captain was pondering the plan for Seven Stepping, he was assaulted into the realm of real: negativity and nothingness.
The physical; the mental; the battle of brutal can be won, but when you have the breath knocked out of you by pieces of paper, what can be done to take stand in defense? A blow has been delivered, and the Captain can no longer breathe. The Captain no longer has the courage to be the Captain. And why? A simple stack of papers that say the Captain has nothing left to purchase the time required to embrace the battle brought by belittling evil.
The statements still stall the breath with betrayal:
Liabilities twice assets. Cash-flow unsustainable. Insolvency expected.
The analysis was short, sweetless, and honest. The Captain cannot lose the compound, but he has been put on notice. The Captain will not lose the compound — though it is simply a place. The time and effort spent fighting evil has netted much in the cache of karma, but nothing in the way of cash.
The Captain has had the privilege of knowing too intimately a mind of unknown meandering filled with brilliance and potholes. It is from him, and a book now read a dozen plus times — The Last Old Man — that the Captain has gathered strength. As the pages turn, words are pondered, simply, and without exception, every time the Captain encounters a certain section, the Captain knows he must persist. There is no other way than moving forward; there is no other way than continuing. You just cannot stop and freeze in fear, in the face of adversity, nor in the comfort of safety. Motion is a must.
It is from the words found wandering the pages of this simple book that the Captain knows he will continue. The Captain may have nothing of material value; the Captain may have no understanding of what direction to proceed; the Captain may have no idea as to what to do next, or even if the Captain will survive, but for this moment, the Captain has the time to reflect upon some words of significance in a compound treasured that has yet to be claimed. Perhaps the world will be Captainless as the feared forehead delivers pizza to pedestrians, while monitoring the madness of the massive citizenry, of course. Perhaps… perhaps the shell that is the Captain will have to impale himself to stand erect, stand proud, but one thing is for sure: the motion will not stop. The simple words of a small book lets the Captain know, the journey will continue in the face of daunting adversity and poverty. The Journey will continue — period.
It would be nice to take a copy of that simple book and leave it with every man encountered, but today food must be placed on the table. Or…? I’ll eat tomorrow. Today, I’ll forge ahead, unsure of where I am going, knowing the words of The Last Old Man, my guide, will keep me moving. My breath may have been stolen, but not my motion.
Tomorrow, the Captain’s shell will try to earn one dollar more than he earned today. The battle will have to wait. Until then, I’ll read the simple words that remind me not to freeze, and that my actions will outlive imbalance. Motion is all that is required to do battle, and the battle of another day is a battle of good.
The physical; the mental; the battle of brutal can be won, but when you have the breath knocked out of you by pieces of paper, what can be done to take stand in defense? A blow has been delivered, and the Captain can no longer breathe. The Captain no longer has the courage to be the Captain. And why? A simple stack of papers that say the Captain has nothing left to purchase the time required to embrace the battle brought by belittling evil.
The statements still stall the breath with betrayal:
Liabilities twice assets. Cash-flow unsustainable. Insolvency expected.
The analysis was short, sweetless, and honest. The Captain cannot lose the compound, but he has been put on notice. The Captain will not lose the compound — though it is simply a place. The time and effort spent fighting evil has netted much in the cache of karma, but nothing in the way of cash.
The Captain has had the privilege of knowing too intimately a mind of unknown meandering filled with brilliance and potholes. It is from him, and a book now read a dozen plus times — The Last Old Man — that the Captain has gathered strength. As the pages turn, words are pondered, simply, and without exception, every time the Captain encounters a certain section, the Captain knows he must persist. There is no other way than moving forward; there is no other way than continuing. You just cannot stop and freeze in fear, in the face of adversity, nor in the comfort of safety. Motion is a must.
It is from the words found wandering the pages of this simple book that the Captain knows he will continue. The Captain may have nothing of material value; the Captain may have no understanding of what direction to proceed; the Captain may have no idea as to what to do next, or even if the Captain will survive, but for this moment, the Captain has the time to reflect upon some words of significance in a compound treasured that has yet to be claimed. Perhaps the world will be Captainless as the feared forehead delivers pizza to pedestrians, while monitoring the madness of the massive citizenry, of course. Perhaps… perhaps the shell that is the Captain will have to impale himself to stand erect, stand proud, but one thing is for sure: the motion will not stop. The simple words of a small book lets the Captain know, the journey will continue in the face of daunting adversity and poverty. The Journey will continue — period.
It would be nice to take a copy of that simple book and leave it with every man encountered, but today food must be placed on the table. Or…? I’ll eat tomorrow. Today, I’ll forge ahead, unsure of where I am going, knowing the words of The Last Old Man, my guide, will keep me moving. My breath may have been stolen, but not my motion.
Tomorrow, the Captain’s shell will try to earn one dollar more than he earned today. The battle will have to wait. Until then, I’ll read the simple words that remind me not to freeze, and that my actions will outlive imbalance. Motion is all that is required to do battle, and the battle of another day is a battle of good.
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