Random Changes 4 an Average Cow-Boy

I have realized relatively early in life that I was not and would probably never be a genius, it occurred to me very quickly that I was not the brightest of the bunch and that my name would probably never be remembered or listed in the great book of History. I was not even disappointed perhaps because in all probability it had some practical advantages such as living incognito and/or not having to sign autographs on a daily basis and that's not a negligible advantage in life.

In contrast we seem to be living in an era full of noise inhabited by gurus and experts, generation loud I call them. They know everything about everything, they have written silly books and have tons of Twitter followers. They would with considerable certainty lecture you on how about you have made the wrong decisions to date and how you are more than likely heading towards a disaster if you don't religiously listen to them.

Some of those guys are held on pedestals and worshipped like heroes, they are fraudsters even though sometimes they have succumbed to the belief that their made up stories are real. Its time to turn the volume down and park the silly trombones and other tawdry ornaments from those who are racketing the silence of wisdom. If you have nothing to say it becomes just an acoustic activity, a disturbed communication pattern full of meaningless facts about the wholeheartedness of life.

The real and quiet heroes in my opinion can be found in oncology wards, courage can be seen among those who are fighting with Parkinson and other degenerative conditions on a daily basis, most conquerors don't publicize their meagre achievements, they have a quiet demeanour, show reserve and display the long lost ability of not trumpeting petty achievements, they deal with changes with humility and composure, They understand and know that decision making is a powerful tool but they also accept and respect the fact that the scope is sometimes narrow.

I am a very average guy you see, I am not even going to pretend I am a failed artist because the only thing I can draw is a bad portrait of a cowboy but that's alright with me. I understand my limits and my boundaries, I agree that some stuff can sometimes be pushed but I am also fully aware that some simply can't. Maybe I am a one trick pony but that's my choice or is it?

To those who sell magic wands and other possessed considerations, how about you tone down the charming incantations and come clean about the illusory world you live in.

If nothing else maybe just out of respect for those are struggling with real life hazards you know nothing about.