The hand that is dealt…

Attila and Maggie walking of an evening.
Attila and Maggie walking of an evening.
There are mysteries in this world. I’ve been mystified as to why the universe has chosen to leave me working in place that is clearly and blatantly unhealthy, in every way.

I am no longer mystified.

As I near the end of my sentence, things that were hidden are stepping into the light.

The truly abysmal behaviour of my co-workers is a symptom of the environment in which we are all temporarily imprisoned. I’ve seen the worst of some of these fellows, for the company we work for exploits people based on people’s weaknesses.

As the grip of the company begins to loosen, the threads unravel. The shroud of greed is receding, fibre by fibre. What is left is the human weakness that proved so lucrative to exploit.

Human weakness, in and of itself, has dignity.

What is done with and to human weakness is the stuff of our humanity; it is the measure of us, each and every one of us.

To learn this, to realize the reality of it in every cell of the body, is a gift.

Knowledge is a gift.

When evil leaves, all that was exploited, all that was shrouded, is left in quiet dignity.

Worldly Distractions


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“Life is like a game of cards. The hand that is dealt you is determinism; the way you play it is free will.”
Jawaharlal Nehru
1889 – 1964

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I love the picture. It goes well with the essay and speaks of your humanity.