…you’d like to think you have a handle on things. That all your hard work, dedication, focus and cash money are taking you somewhere. You’d like to believe it works that way.
Meanwhile, others speed on by, the hare jumping over the tortoise though laden with gifts you’ll never be granted, nor even can buy as you plod along. Sometimes stopping to help another tortoise, or even yet another hare as they turn around and wave goodbye.
Someday I’ll get there, wherever ‘there’ is, and find it: a wall.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I hear you and here’s a hug from a tortise. ;op
Thanks. It was just a day of bad news for me while everybody else seems to be leapfrogging ahead. I’m normally not the type to be envious figuring that people usually earn what they get but I’m kind of tired of missing the free platters of caviar while I’m hoping for a cracker.