Me. And then Some.

There is a battle waging in my head.
The battle between...acceptance and...refusal.
Acceptance of the mediocrity that has ravished this place.
And refusing to panic in the event that I might have made the biggest mistake ever.
Where does one begin?
What does one do?
Reject the widely accepted passivity of the shadiness that is considered a norm?
But to what end?
To what means?
How will anything get done?
Across the Atlantic, the ease to spit criticism, and demand that things be different is alarming.
But not apparent until you get to this side of the Atlantic, where mediocrity is the ruler of the land,
and excellence, service and honor have been exiled for life.



There is a battle waging in my head,
but what Im really wondering is
Is there any hope at all?

xxx
Fabulo-la


P.S. Im not dead, I just need ideas/inspiration on what to write.
Feel free to leave a suggestion in the comments ;)

Its easy to sit comfortably on the outside of a situation, look in and see the problems with said situation. It is even easier, to see the solutions to said problems and wonder why in God's name nothing is being done!
Oh yes, I sat in the comfort of my air-conditioned apartment when the zeal arrested me.
In all fairness, I was minding my own business when Enthusiasm knocked no, barged through my door. I pointed fingers at where I thought the problem was. Ah! I even did my research, and started making suggestions to where the solutions should start from.
The insolence and nerve of me!

Now on the other side of the Atlantic, my blood fresh with malaria parasites, I am dumbfounded. The energy I boarded the plane with has been sucked dry out of me by the mediocre attitude of the nation I was (am?) so passionate about. The mental resistance that might be referred to as 'adapting to the system' slapped me so hard across the face, I cried myself to sleep one night. The disregard for order, and presentation, and mere organization brought me to my knees.
Have I made a mistake crossing the Atlantic in a search to satisfy the so called zeal that arrested me?
Hold up, where is 'Enthusiasm' sef? After dealing with minds that immediately narrow their eyes at you suspiciously on the first hint of a possible accent, the mentality gap drains you. Of energy, and whatever passion you think may have 'arrested' you.
But when I begin to consider the possible mistake or mistakes I may have made and begin to plot an exit strategy, then I realize I am no better than when I was pointing fingers from my cushin shair . The changes I wanted to be a part of nko? Shey it is from my cushin shair I will sit and point towards the change?  Wait a minute, am I not displaying the same mediocre attitude I cringed at earlier?

What a cowardly attitude! Shey it is every time I run into a problem I will run away?
This, my dear readers is not the way forward.
There is no better time than now, to BE the change you want to SEE.

Enough. Is. Enough.

xxx
Fabulo-la

P.S. #InOtherNews, HOW in God's name do guys concentrate in church, when girls are rolling their hips in the name of praise and worship? O_o