Power exists in concentrated forms
A small group will always control the norms
The real directors behind the curtain
Your loyalty demanded true and certain
You must serve your master with the purse
Even though this way things turn out worse
Diplomacy gives your masters the glory
Your name erased from the final story
Inspired/paraphrased – Robert Greene
19th Jun 2024 – submitted to Writer’s Workshop Prompts
I don’t have to have an opinion about this. I can just let it be, I can ignore it, I can realise it doesn’t pertain to me, or I can just see it as it is… It doesn’t need me projecting my thoughts or beliefs or perceptions on it.
Ryan Holiday
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful to receive my pay cheque yesterday and get to the bank in time. I hope the money clears quickly.
It’s hard to tell what time it is today. The sky, a dull mixture of greys. Woke up ok after only six and a half hours and not feeling like it was 7am. It was cold, or just cool that feels cold to me now. An overnight rain had stopped but left its torpor on the morning.
After cat feeding and readying myself to walk to Utopia, the rain returned, so I grabbed an umbrella and walked off the cold, still in t-shirt and shorts. The rain is cold, constant but not heavy, descending from the high mountain air. Too cold to be pleasurable, not like beach rain or Aussie rain; reminds me of Blighty but this rain lacks the bitterness of English precipitation.
The colour of today is ideal to find the Death and Resurrection Show documentary about Killing Joke, and I watch it in full with an appropriate and enjoyable two-hour nap break, breaking it up. But it leaves me joyless and, as mentioned, unsure of the time and wondering what to do next and I just feel like sleeping more. It feels like this day doesn’t deserve honouring.
These are days to waste watching sport. It’s a perfect evening for drinking whisky but it’s just weird to think about putting it into my body. I need a beer to kick it off but I would also need some more food around to soak up the alcohol and I don’t have the baht, and any enthusiasm is now fading.