Balls Wanted
Thursday, May 17th, 2007I’ve told people many times in the past that it’s tiring to be myself. What with an insufferable superego that defines self-worth and success by the amount of pain one endures; so much so that comfort zones and ‘life plateaus’ throw me off my rocker.
Maybe it’s a disease or some undiagnosed syndrome, but I just can’t seem to "go with the flow". I need to jump. I need to leap, to blaze a trail, to do somersaults and backflips. To go where no man has gone before.
But with my butt firmly placed on a cushy seat in the heart of the corporate world, and with "the realities of life" breathing down my neck, things just aren’t as simple as they used to be.
Or are they?
As Fate would have it, I have found an aphorism of hope from a most unlikely sage:
"First thing to do is [have] some balls." - Sadhashiva De Vera
For all my so-called sophistication and "philosophical" considerations, dammit, I think he’s absolutely right.
