Who do you do what you do for?
Does it even really matter?
If you do the do isn’t THAT what matters?
Does it matter who the what and why are for?
For, if the outcome IS an outcome, isn’t THAT enough?
What you doin’ what you doin’ for?
What’ is YOUR forever for?
If your forever, is not MY forever, does MY forever matter more than yours?
Why do your why?
Why do you even ask why?
When your why keeps YOUR what going, why you worrying about why your why is not the same as mine?
Why do you work your own nerves, worrying about what gets on his nerves, her nerves, their nerves?
He, she, they have the NERVE to be working YOUR nerves when they needs to be minding their own:
Business.
Why.
What.
Who.
When I was in school, learning how to write, what to write, even WHAT to right, we were told find the:
Who.
What.
Why.
When.
Now, that we all older. Now, that we have gathered these things. The who. The What. The Why. The When.
Now, what?
Who is there to judge our who, our what, our why, and our when?
Why, it is I.
It, is you.
It, is us.
I ask, again:
Who do you do what you do for?
Does it matter?
Just DO the thing, make the chili.
Just Do It. Least that’s what the commercial says…
doing the thing,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
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