Shout-out to all the hardworking men and women who have made this country great even when what they were working with may not have been the greatest. If it wasn’t for folks like them, and us, America would never have been as blessed as she has been.
Regardless of what’s happening in the world, or in our own personal lives, hard-workers like us still show up each day and give it our all. We may not stand on the corner and shout-out our beliefs, but it doesn’t mean we don’t have an opinion or that we won’t take a stand when it’s necessary. We’re just too busy with our purpose to get bogged down in the illusion of the latest national crisis painted by a biased and blatantly fake media.
What might happen if we, the hard-workers, forget who we are and start sitting on our butts, buying into the latest popular argument or disaster, getting stuck, afraid, depressed, as we observe the chaos around us instead of moving forward with whatever we have to do that is clearly right in front of us? There would be a true crisis if we decided to listen to the lies of the media mongers.
If the hard-workers like us ever decide to stop working. The wheels of this giant invisible tax producing machine that whirls around us unseen would truly breakdown. And the circus that feeds on it would not even be able to afford a cheap clown.
The universe never asked you to struggle. It is simply answering your mood.
If we change our internal feeling we can change our atmosphere. This only works for ourselves. It may have a positive impact on others, but we can’t hold ourselves back trying to help or change someone else. Each of us has our own path, sometimes we are blessed to share it with loved ones. Sometimes we must walk it alone.
There will always be roses in some form along our path, whether we are together or alone. If we carry the wrong feelings it may look like a bramble bush instead of a rose bush. The right feeling serves as a pair of gloves and a set of garden clippers allowing us to cut thru the chaos straight to the stem and the beauty of the rose.
How quickly we get past our thorns and harvest our roses is up to us.