Time will Tell

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Out here, sitting in the porch, watching a beautiful kite fly around. Adoring the shapes of light and dark twerking over it’s wings. It’s fun looking at those little threads of light expand and disappear and reappear. A little to the left, the two trails left behind by aircrafts have begun to spread. One as if a wave arriving at a beach front, the other as if it was destined to disintegrate into a million threads.

Closer by, shadows of garbage bags and air conditioner units form a distinct right.I wirte sitting in the shadows of pillars and 6 times my height, listening to the hum of giant fans. Giant but not too tall.

Being an outlier has it’s comforts, but it brings it’s own weights. All is not well in my world. I am still chasing shadows. People around me talk as if making money is as easier as brushing your teeth. But they have no plans to share with me. Except for a magic word - process - there’s nothing else that I can get out of them.

This while the hound of failure continues to sink it’s teeth deeper in my skin, and probably my attitude. But there’s none to blame for this. I became a salesperson by my own choice. I had the choice to moving out - do what many recommend - do what you know; do what most recommend - chase the paycheck. But I did not. Like always, I made the exact opposite choice - I went towards the unknown. The road not taken, once again became my route.

Anyways, this time, the road’s got a permit. It’s got a sort of time limit. I think, I have now less than an year. Probably lesser. Being a salesman, I become to believe is very much like being a seaman in the old times. There’s no place to hide. No place to learn. You learn as you sail, and you better learn, because the sea doesn’t care where you come from. There’s a job to be done, and you are the guy. There’s no backing off; there’s no saying, tomorrow; there’s no dropping off. The sea will come, and you must hold your post. Either you will, else you won’t.