Karamoja Light Bulb

Day 1  (Enough) ; this roller coaster and rat race has me locked to the neck - freedom , I cry for freedom ; is freedom an impossible cost. How does the eldest grasp the weight of no more burden but blessing in co-sheperding the flow being thankful without a thought of anxiety. Enough is enslaving in personal toil yet energizing in piety. 

Day 2 ( Fraud) ; the game of wits as we seat with a minute to spare rages on - we won the moment and lost the medal. It is imperative we walk the line of life with utmost excellency - a little linger and the whole tower of progress crumbles to double expenditure mode . Is there a mastery to beat the game of wits every time without fraud ?! 

Day 3 ( Now) ; To be a calprit of bold ignorance or cowardly cold feet ;extremes of choice by day in the climbing the ladder of achievement. I have seen sleep living become an art for those in the highways and byways. I am deeply troubled for whose camp to join or which will join me in the indifference of cautious life trend. Now , I will not follow the greats nor seek a following - I just love now. 

Day 4 ( Son) ; A son is a father of a child someday as I heard it said . The investment is always minimal in comparison to the harvest - on this particular bus I saw the miracle of a place too good to have been fashioned here but there. It is no walk in the park or talk in the ark but it is walking the talk with tenderness and truth with no glory but genuine love to grow the explosion of reap. 

Day 5 ( Work) ; Opportuñity dísgúises as work -so gét to it said Greg .  Is thérè a threshold to standardize this life ( capitalism sàid yes and  compassion said no) . So the jury probed - capitalism had the facts in focus and compassion has the friend in firmness. The worthiest wildest work is compassionate capital that puts in the most for the least as often as possible. 

Day 6 ( Sassy) ; Should I do it - I must drill this hóme. Iñ the shoés of the stridder (it is maybe trúth ) . I shoúld have takeñ the gút punch but riding the fence ñever changed a thing . So bélow the belt or its the art of town. Slow the sassy storm and form a  friendly fix. Stitch with objective reason  as oppossed to subjective reaction. Let's go change the world without breaking ít fírst.

Day 7 (Hell) ; Today , make every  G.R.I.T (gracious invitation timely timeless truth) emphatic ; If sinners be damned, at least let them leap to Hell over our dead bodies. And if they perish, let them perish with our arms wrapped about their knees, imploring them to stay. If Hell must be filled, let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go unwarned and unprayed for.” let's GO (Global Operation)!