"Stop and think, or keep walking?
Auxi "
I have the impression that at times stop and think is the same thing to keep walking, because if you can not you lose track of your way and then when your steps will not take you where they want, even to walk can not be said walking follow, rather than make way for what you apart.
Not long ago my sister told me on the Face " no longer write, how to weigh the years. Only enter when the heart cries . Happiness leaves little time for the written word ..." I must admit that for a while I thought he was right, but today certainly do not think so, not by a long, nay, nor so much. If it was some time since I wrote it because once again I had left myself in the road. I am thinking of installing a poka-yoke, or failing that a good jidoka, to avoid this situation that both repeated more like a chronic problem than occasional.
I know it seems strange to believe, is more nearly can make me look crazy (or too sane, which is the same thing) but every time when I, or rather we (as I prefer to consider the way I do with my people and not only) by way and at any given time I look and I am not among the people, and when I look back I've left it lying in the middle of the road. Incredible but true. There I am sitting on a rock, staring at me from the pack, including the head of it, waiting for me to realize that I forgot myself, and I turn around to face the look, sculpt half smile, and re-invite to restart the time I swing a silly excuse that I know and who does not, of Me, for the error.
So enough of laziness ( Chega de Saudade) , unnecessary excuses (and non Petit) that acusatio manifest, and continue our way, because although it was necessary to stop to think (and regain some rather important member of the group that had left behind) we never really stopped walking.
Not long ago my sister told me on the Face " no longer write, how to weigh the years. Only enter when the heart cries . Happiness leaves little time for the written word ..." I must admit that for a while I thought he was right, but today certainly do not think so, not by a long, nay, nor so much. If it was some time since I wrote it because once again I had left myself in the road. I am thinking of installing a poka-yoke, or failing that a good jidoka, to avoid this situation that both repeated more like a chronic problem than occasional.
I know it seems strange to believe, is more nearly can make me look crazy (or too sane, which is the same thing) but every time when I, or rather we (as I prefer to consider the way I do with my people and not only) by way and at any given time I look and I am not among the people, and when I look back I've left it lying in the middle of the road. Incredible but true. There I am sitting on a rock, staring at me from the pack, including the head of it, waiting for me to realize that I forgot myself, and I turn around to face the look, sculpt half smile, and re-invite to restart the time I swing a silly excuse that I know and who does not, of Me, for the error.
So enough of laziness ( Chega de Saudade) , unnecessary excuses (and non Petit) that acusatio manifest, and continue our way, because although it was necessary to stop to think (and regain some rather important member of the group that had left behind) we never really stopped walking.
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