THE RAT RACE
Things were going fine all along. I was in full control. Yes, there were the occasional hiccups but nothing to really bother me. I shook it off & just continued gliding on.
I remembered the early days. I was all wired up & couldn't get away too far. I had to stay close. Then as time went by, things got better & I found all restrictions lifted & I discovered the joy of being able to move any old way I wanted.
It was good.
But one day, that all changed. Everything just broke down & stopped working. I was stuck & couldn't move. No matter what I did. I found myself in one tiny little space, boxed in. Contained. Restrained. Imprisoned.
It was bad.
My mouse had stopped working.
I tried a different USB port. A different laptop. I changed batteries. Then bought new batteries & tried again.
Everything didn't work.
I was frustrated & threw the mouse across the desk. It landed belly up. As it lay there, gently rocking, a little red marking caught my eye.
It was the power switch set to off, I must have flipped the switch when I dumped it into my bag.
Life is like that.
It doesn't matter how much power you have. Nothing happens until you decide to turn the switch to on.
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