The Capacity for Greatness

Some people have it, some people don’t.  I don’t know what differentiates the two.   But I do know what’s missing in my life that prevents that capacity from being realised.

I lack a basic sense of inspiration.

I get frustrated with the obstacles far to easily.

I get really frustrated with the fake it till you make it types, slowing me down because I have to explain everything to them.

I get tired at the uphill battle and the falling rocks and the stolen ideas and misplaced credit that continuously keeps me from realising the greatness I know I’m capable of.

I’m tired of the lying and the backstabbing stupidity of the corporate agenda.  I’m infuriated by the incompetence of the enabled, who enable the incompetent to fail repeatedly; and they do so by using that failure to justify the need for their incompetence.

I realise that as I ramble the pronouns get muddied and my lack of an ability to communicate that which burns me so sharply makes my soul ache all the more.  Inspiration cannot thrive in this environment.

The parade of the uninspired masquerading in and out the revolving door of this disfunctional business unit brings a cold and icy wind that chills my flame and saps the strength of my inner awesome.

A George divided against itself cannot stand.

When the worlds collide, change will follow.