Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Persistence


I, like many other people, am a creature of habit. I’m not just referring to personal habits but emotional habits. When I encounter certain situations, I go through a default pattern of behaviour, which is safe and comforting as I know it has sort of worked in the past and it does not deviate into risky territory where I cannot predict the outcome. I know I had commented before that we should all be riskier in our behaviour but that is far harder when you are dealing with emotional matters.

Thanks to some friends, I recently deviated from a usual pattern of behaviour and took things to a different route; namely, I actually said how I felt and confronted an issue (which I normally would avoid). It was not an easy thing to do and I regretted the confrontation immediately afterwards. However, once time had passed and I was able to reflect more of what I did, I was far more satisfied than I would have been if I took my default position of being a compliant door mat. The outburst (and it was a big blaze of apoplectic rage) has also allowed me to disconnect from the situation and be objective about it. Somehow, the over emotional outpouring has meant I now do not have any emotion towards the issue – and it is really rather freeing! I could even say I feel a bit smug. So in my smugness, I have added a few quotes about persistence and tenacity, as it really does pay to be persistent sometimes. Even if is just to feel self-righteous for a moment….


Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated failures. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent

-- Calvin Coolidge


Ambition is the path to success. Persistence is the vehicle you arrive in.

-- Bill Bradley


Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

-- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Friday, 1 February 2013

Nought


I was in fact better than I used to feel
And not as bad as I once thought,
But was is the point of this reveal
When it all amounts to nought?

Hindsight is the developed photo of the now forgotten event.
It is the crocodile tears, years after the lament.
Remembering is futile, nothing will ever change.
Fate has a way to make life’s quirks rearrange.

Memories are the inmates of your mind,
Their shackles are your synapses.
Freedom is the passing of time
As it lapses, and lapses, and lapses.

When will your thread be cut?
Maybe one should not dwell.
Just continue to fall under this spell
And not fall into a rut.