We hold true the strength in human spirit. Is it any wonder how us
humans are so capable of bouncing back so repetitively? There we observe the
turmoil, stitches and loss of breath due to the fear of the unknown. The
jerking inside our heads chastise us into thinking is the throbbing a headache
or a penetrable urge to scream out loud?

Society looks us slowly up and down nodding or looking onward expressionless
like Mona Lisa; a point beyond somber. All because, whether or not, we have
fresh, crisp, green paper that folds like slacks inside a designer piece of
leather. The secret lies in understanding that this paper may help fasten like
a sterile comfort of a safety pin. However, this “sterile comfort” will only
temporarily fix what has been weathered, thrashed, and tattered along the
confines of society’s norms.

Still survival floats and abides by the laws of life. Like ice dipped in liquid
sorrow trying to cope with the cup of life. Walk by a passerby and observe
externally an example of green’s inquisition. Scoops of tissue curl around
their eyes like velvet draped during the 1920’s period.

Give me just one prayer to grant me a million wishes. I would support the
nation and immediately burn the universal paper obsession. My advice will
always be the same find solace in your gift. Scoff at fortune. Scoff at fame.

We are tired and in my opinion it is because we lack the confidence and
understanding that survival is dependent upon the effort, responsibility,
education and faith to walk through the fear and to be compensated as
consistently brave.

She is a mighty shape beautifully cut in all four corners and demanding to have
us work longer to continue to spend more. It is no wonder why we find shortcuts
in many categories of life. Some relationships are no longer built on trust,
morals and communication. I have observed many perpetual and habitual-like
humans latching on to others that have no time, but, plenty of green. I sigh
out of plain spite it is like watching mercury rain down and constantly attract
the like.

Some latch on in truth because we are so tired of finding ways to survive the
demand of her jagged four-corner ways. Instead we cut her corners and walk
through life with burden, debt and shame. For to conserve is like releasing the
fasten from the proverbial safety pin again.

I challenge you to find strength in the value of you. Believe that your gift
and confidence will stir truth that backhands the sorrow. Soon, the ice that
was once barely staying afloat will melt in time and warm your soul.

It is time to look her slowly up and down and turn your back on her printed veil
that entranced you for so long. Embedded is our secret truth. We are the value
that breathes interest, not like the principal that lies in your net worth.