To Whom It May Concern,
Am I supposed to take you serious when your life is a globe of highly glamorized and technical excuses?
Why don’t you swap out that bowl of rice, at least, three times a week for a meditation plate of steamed or sautéed loving vegetables? Instead of that charming syrupy soda and ten percent real juice of sweetened death, why don’t you humor me and demonstrate a bit of love for classy filtered water, maybe slice and smell the precious aromas of cucumbers and orange slices for additional zest?
I’m not asking for you to be perfect. Not because we can’t strive for our individual utopia, but because it’s impracticable, as say, sending sailing boats of flying monkeys at ludicrous speed to the moon.
However there’s a word that stands unaccompanied. At times it displays itself awkwardly like stumbling on a sentence during public speaking while other times it rolls on high as the sky and as confident as thriving thunder. But it’s continuously alone like unrewarding honesty and isolated introverts where only few can and will desire to achieve it: Excellence.
Do you have it in you?