You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy™
Sedentary forces of evil.
If you allow bad news to catch you, it will. If you wait around for negative vibrations they will break you in two.
It’s like massaging raw chicken, and then rubbing your eyes. Nothing good can come from this.
My advice, Move forward. Fly a kite in an electrical storm, dance on a hot tin roof, make love in the back seat of a speeding car.
Just don’t stop moving.
Stay engaged, move forward using a constant motion as a defensive shield against all those who would lasso you and bring you down.
To stay positive, you have to keep moving, dancing, prancing.
Keep a spring in your step and your head on a swivel.
It’s harder to stop and smell the roses when you are running for your life, but it’s also harder to hit a moving target.
It seems like every time I slow down, stupid taps me on the shoulder and says “Hey can I cut in?”
And once you are slow dancing with the devil, the devil has you.
He stares into your eyes, into your soul and he entices you to eat the poison apple.
“I have a 2nd story view of purgatory,” his breath stinking of sautéed eel.
In today’s texting, smart phone world, bad news can still find you at 80 mph.
Keep moving.
It’s harder to sink your talons in if you are crossing the double yellow and pushing the tachometer into the red.
Dumb is waiting on the sidelines, ready to pounce, to tell you your tie is too bright and your suit the wrong color.
If you slow down, if you stop, if you dare to care, the stupid voices on the periphery will put bricks in your pockets and sink you to the bottom of the lake.
“Look,” they will pronounce. “He was not a witch,” as you gurgle up your last breath of life.
Keep moving.
Learn to juggle the voices while side stepping the inevitable bog and misdirection.
Keep moving.
Keep your eyes open and your soul receptive to the reality around you, but keep moving.
If you stop long enough to care, if you pause to think, the foreboding tides of life will wash over you, dragging you under.
Dance or the sheriff will slap you with a summons.
Skip or someone is going to kick you in the ass.
The best advice is to keep moving forward.
Keep moving.
Like the shark constantly moving to eat, to breathe, survival knows only one direction.
Stay positive. Stay engaged. Be receptive to all stimuli, but keep moving.
If you slow down, you will be over run by life, like a tortoise crossing the interstate.
If you are sedentary; lawyers can mail you subpoenas.
If you are slow, bosses can comment on the brightness of your ties.
If you don’t skip to my lou my darling, the grim reaper will call you collect.
Move and move some more.
Snipers have more trouble hitting a moving target.
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
You never see Rambo sitting in a lawn chair do you?
Nope, he’s on the move, 50 caliber in one hand, machete in the other.
Be Rambo, be the shark.
Put the pedal to the metal and as they say in the Navy, keep negativity on your six.
Keep moving.
Life’s Crazy™