VERSION ONE
What is it that we all truly want?
Is it great wealth?
Such a thing may afford the purchase of land, of holdings, of
power.
One could enjoy a magnificent house, or many of them.
Rare is quite scintillating:
Rare wines.
Rare automobiles.
Rare postage stamps.
Rare manuscripts.
Rare knowledge.
Rare?
Such an odd term.
Rare is fame.
Rare is also infamy.
Most of all;
Rare is true leadership.
Stay with me here, my friend.
The term “Leader” refers to an elected or hired or earned
position, from those who look to you to lead them from their needs onward to
their wants, and then to their own happiness.
Hell, we are all in pursuit of this fickle, vaporous and escaping
thing.
Yet, true Leadership may not be that at all.
You see, this is a thing that exists within us each, and within us
all.
Leadership is that point when you know what is the right thing to
do, and you choose to do this thing even when it will come at extreme cost to
you.
You stand to lose everything that matters to you.
But you exhibit true Leadership because it is the right thing to
do.
On the other hand, the purchase of the Rare will cost a lot of
money, but it holds no worth unless you can exhibit your purchase to others.
You show it off and hope to receive applause, or it will not fill
that empty hole.
Your pursuit might be hollow no matter how much you purchase and
show off, but nothing can fill that empty hole.
The hint is the reason that we pursue such a connection to others,
to show off our wares.
We do it because we are social creatures, and we look to connect.
It is in our DNA.
We are all Tribal.
This was the prophesy that Emeralda held close to her, as she
sought escape from them Purple Robes.
She knew that she was leaving everything behind, and her man was
gone, baby, gone…
But she held her baby close to her heart, and she was going to
collect her other little girl.
Her chances of escape and rescuing her first born were very slim,
and she knew this,
…but she would do it anyway.
True Leadership was in her and she used it.
+ = +
Emeralda climbed up the out of the tunnel into a very small
room. She set her go-bags down and checked on her baby. All was
good.
She knew that she was hidden in a safe room inside the parking
garage. She would need to make certain that she was all set to leave, for
once and for ever.
Once she opened the door, an alarm would blare inside the security
room of the Purple Mansion
She would not have much time.
Now, she considered which of the many vehicles could crash through
a wall and not become inoperable. She knew which one it was.
(To Be Rewritten)
God Help You.
God Help Us All.
---willies out.
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