Distinguishing privilege from good luck and achievement

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In life, there are three reasons why things go well for us: privilege, random good fortune, and/or that we worked to make something happen. I recently encountered a really good example of all three at work when my DSL internet connection went down for two days. I know several people who have no internet connection at home because they can’t afford it. Some don’t even have a computer, and rely entirely on public computers for internet access. I had a hell of a time coping with two days offline, because I’m able to afford DSL and a large chunk of my life revolves around the internet. That got me thinking: is it a privilege that I can afford DSL, or good luck, or achievement? The short answer is: all three….

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Depending

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i can be anywhere #depending on where you are;

i can also be anyone #depending  on who you are;

i can be anything #depending on what you are;

i can talk anything #depending on how you hear;

i can speak anything #depending on what you listen;

i can be implicit #depending on your perspective;

but i am — @McKabue

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I Will

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Rise

I will survive the suffering of ignorance;

I will live for a millennium;

I will heal myself from the illness of guilt;

I will recover my trust, hope and my happiness;

Like a talon I shall…

Reborn and rejuvenated, like a phoenix I shall rise;

 

Obey

All heads bow, all heads rise;

All everything kneel, all everything submit;

Be good, be bad;

What I say shall be done;

They will listen, they will act on my voice;

Fill me luck, luck come fill me;

Guide me fates, fates come guide me;

Their god I shall be…

 

Follow me

Tip toe… tip toe, wind follow me;

Follow me, follow behind my shadow;

 

Believe

I will believe because I now believe;

I know, I now know there is a God;

An intelligent force that is self-aware and in absolute control of fate;

Help me to recognize your acts and judgment oh Creator;

You’re sublimely perfect and immaculately good;

You know all, you see all, and you control all;

Thank you for my understanding of kindness;

Thank you for my knowledge of love;

Thank you for my gift of lack and limit;

So much thank you, you deserve all;

You give and heal, and you steal and kill;

You are endlessly right in thought;

You transcend my length in sight and understanding;

Make me like you, like you are like me;

Make me full like you are complete;

Make me rich like you are wealthy;

 

Bend

I will remold my past, and my current;

I will be happy, I choose to be happy;

I shall be glad, I shall be kind;

I will be good, I will obey my instincts;

They will drop me and I shall raise again;

Am reset for a second fall;

But have already seen it and am for it;

I will use my calamities to step into my moon;

I will, I shall, I can, I can have everything I desire;

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Be a friend

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by the time my flesh is weak, i want to be a friend;
by the time my eyes close, i want to be a father;
by the time my hands are cold, i want to be man;
by the time my breath is over, i want to have loved;
it is so much more important to love than to be loved;
as it is more glamorous to feel loved than to be loved;

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simple, melodious, and indelible

poem, song /

if words were an atom of a soul, then i would live forever singing this song….simple, melodious, and indelible

“Way Over Yonder In The Minor Key”

I lived in a place called Okfuskee
And I had a little girl in a holler tree
I said, little girl, it’s plain to see
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me
Ain’t nobody that can sing like meShe said it’s hard for me to see
How one little boy got so ugly
Yes my little girly that might be
But there ain’t nobody that can sing like me
Ain’t nobody that can sing like meWay over yonder in the minor key
Way over yonder in the minor key
There ain’t nobody that can sing like meWe walked down by the Buckeye Creek
To see the frog eat the goggle-eye bee
To hear the west wind whistle to the east
There ain’t nobody that can sing like me
Ain’t nobody that can sing like meOh my little girly will you let me see
Way over yonder where the wind blows free
Nobody can see in our holler tree

And there ain’t nobody that can sing like me
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

Way over yonder in the minor key
Way over yonder in the minor key
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

Her mama cut a switch from a cherry tree
And laid it on the she and me
It stung lots worse than a hive of bees
But there ain’t nobody that can sing like me
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

Now I have walked a long long ways
And I still look back to my Tanglewood days
I’ve led lots of girls since then to stray
Saying ain’t nobody that can sing like me
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

Way over yonder in the minor key
Way over yonder in the minor key
Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

Ain’t nobody that can sing like me

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Quoted

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“Perhaps, if you weren’t so busy regarding my shortcomings, you’d find that I do possess redeeming qualities, discreet as they may be.  I notice when the sky is blue.  I smile down at children.  I laugh at any innocent attempt at humor.  I quietly carry the burdens of others as though they were my own.  And I say ‘I’m sorry’ when you don’t.  I am not without fault, but I am not without goodness either…” – Richelle E. Goodrich

“The only thing a man is truly entitled to is the autonomy of his thoughts…” – @McKabue

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Times

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Sometimes I feel like I can rap;

Other times I feel lonely;

Some other times I feel motivated and energized;

Other times I feel literally and completely nothing…;

But this time I feel indifferent;

But hey, that’s life…;

But still… …;

Anyway, I find my way each day;

Someway, somehow, I tame my emotions;

In a way, I dislike the risk of uncertainty;

Well…, well…, well…, look what we have here;

Amidst my thick magma of hustles;

Something good mysteriously appears;

Someone radiating real and sublime beauty;

I imagine myself fortunate, and perhaps lucky;

An indelible sight of Sandra.

 

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