This morning I sat on the edge of the bed and prattled off a laundry list of wants – Topping the list was:

■ $67.2 million dollars
■ A domicile in a tropical location

I exhaled deeply and looked towards the ceiling. Making sure to direct my entreaties to the Almighty for acceptance, after a long pause I slowly rose and made my way downstairs.

Strangely enough, I got an answer that I didn’t expect in the middle of pouring myself a glass of orange juice.

When the message that was obviously sent from above sunk in, there was a shifting of gears as I was immediately repurposed.

The spirit told me in no uncertain terms that:

Being enamored of the shine of what you assume others to have is a herculean waste of time your and my grace.

Your energy is supposed to be utilized towards the realization of what is yours, otherwise you won’t be able to see it out in distance.

Your eyes on YOUR prize…

Distraction is the enemy of the procurement of what is stored up for you.

Be vigilant.

Ignoring the goosebumps on my arm as I sipped my juice, I felt myself shuddering, looking around – as if I was expecting someone else to be standing there, as I nodded in agreement.

Game point to the Almighty.

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Writer, poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger, recovering corporate animal and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will only get in the way.

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