Over there,

A Man with a big grin,

And supply of warm content,

Rarely unhappy, angry or frustrated,

Relatively free and able,

To act in a positive way,

Expecting the best from efforts,

But not until well after,

His share of bleeding and bruises,

Surviving a series of failures.

What’s the cause you say?

Maybe more trust and responsibility,

And less blame and excuses;

Knows his purpose and lives it,

Always learning, growing and improving,

Reaching for his best self,

Where he always wanted to be,

And to his surprise always was,

Right there with family and friends.

Now over here,

Another with a frown,

And ornery load of discontent,

Without joy or peace,

Rarely free or able

To do anything but react,

Usually in a negative way,

And excess of stress,

Without much success,

Or hope for relief,

A sad prisoner of distress,

What’s the cause you say?

Maybe more blame and excuses,

And less trust and responsibility,

Avoiding purpose by running from it.

Never learning, growing and improving,

Staying his worst self,

Where he never wanted to be,

But always has been,

All alone.

Who’s winning here?