In very rare occasions, I pull myself out of my comfort zone and actually make a request on my own behalf. It's as loud as a whisper and I usually don't put much of an effort to even make it any louder since I have a strong understanding that I'm just being stupid and I should simply keep silent in the first place. Either way, I make a small attempt to communicate with others not on the behalf of someone else, but for something that I've actually have thought a long time about and even raised enough nerve to make an attempt to even bring it up.
These are the moments that I immediately regret that I even made an attempt and know that I'd be safer simply taking my own measures. It's simply who I am today. I'm the child who throws the Frisbee to himself. The man who goes to the matinee on a Monday afternoon. The person who drives far to get lost in a library until he has to leave. The person who stares at the stars and wonders how long he can do it all himself.
I'm only sharing this because once more I'm forcing myself out of my comfort zone just to prove the point once more that in all things, it's not that important. I can continue to throw the Frisbee and still stare at the stars contemplating my progress once I remove any chance of a quick response. In the end, I simply blend into the fabric since it's the "business I've chosen from myself" until I am force out in the open. This does not happen since I know once in the open I can not do what I can do and have made more than enough prevention to make sure it never happens. In the end, thanks and celebrations are not from me. I need to make sure the work is done.
Time is never on my side.
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