snippet from The Musings of a Frustrated Artiste (Frustrated With the World)
The Musings of a Frustrated Artiste (Frustrated With the World)
The veritable nature of lethargy is one of deception; it is an all-encompassing emotion that degrades and diminishes one's capacity; it is proper to note that lethargy and all sedentary behavior can essentially be removed utilizing energy, or an innate sense of jubilance, or any emotion that would facilely neutralize the lethargy; therefore, eliminating whatever unpleasant emotion one once possessed, so that one may carry on with their affairs.

However, the logical solution to this dilemma is not the one described above. The logical solution is rather a bit more complex.


If thinking of you makes me happy
Then I must be certain to think of you all the time
As the image of your sacred countenance enters
the confines of my cerebrum
a felicitous look configures itself upon my face


At a very early age, I had to assume the responsibilities of a veritable scholar, formally bestowed the duty of becoming academically competent, at a time where my cerebrum was still in formal development. I do not think this grievance quite worthy of my consternation, because it served of eventual benefit; now how many of those individual do not wish that they occupied my shoes, with a bevy of opportunities for advancement, at my disposal? I obtain quite a large amount of power and influence in the palm of my hand, and I am very cognizant of this power. Poised to enact wide and positive societal change, I greatly desire to fulfill that promise.
But, I ask, at what cost, must I fulfill that promise? I do not serve of any substantial value to society, if I cannot exist, if I cannot function at my maximum capacity. If I cannot perform the best job that I possibly can, then I am not satisfied. I long to convert my many goals and aspirations into some semblance of a tangible reality, but at times, I must confess that I am overburdened. That I must deal, make business with individuals of questionable moral character, that I am at the whims of their malicious fancies, that I must subject myself to them. But the converse must be true: it should be that they should answer to me. The climb upon the corporate ladder has been an extremely long and tumultuous one, one that I do not long to repeat in the near future. If anything, I have greatly modified my course of action

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