Dear Greats,
Pressure cooker - when all things exist at once, and one thing must give way, let it be your choice to say, what must go and what can stay.
Corporate speech I watch you close.
The truths between the lies exist. Tie your tie and lose your colour, put one foot in your grave. Now repeat after me. I am a zombie, I will get paid.
O joy, o joy, a life so rich!
Before you refrain and think of me as sneering, you should know, I am guilty of this chapter.
I do not speak of economics - I speak of the soul.
Perhaps some of you are stuck inside this trap. I urge of you to step outside and smell the flowers in the wind. FREEDOM.
Yes its tough, its true, I know. You have joy elsewhere, that’s great, in love.
BURST THE DAM.
It seems this memo is rebellious today. Rebelling for your right to live. You see one life you get right here.
I know you all to be so Great. Greater than the tie you wear.
I tell you now, place one foot onto flowered ground and you will still get paid. Until one day, when flowers lead your pay, the noose around your neck will slip away.
Pressure cooker - which foot where and when and how?
You see, sitting inside the pressure cooker, you’ll be surprised at your own resolve. YOU CAN, YOU CAN, trust in me, YOU CAN.
The lid flies off, meditating, you are undisturbed.
“Competing priorities” your boss does say - yes good sir, indeed, good sir. Yet when the lid flies off, your boss was on the top!
O dear, o dear, I hope he brought his parachute!
You may then come to miss the pressure, once you realise what you can achieve.
Now that’s a life of colour, that’s a life well lived, to remain steadfast and undeterred. To keep one foot on grass not grave and let the lid fly off.
O THE THINGS YOU CAN ACHIEVE WHEN YOU ARE THE COOK AND IT’S YOUR PRESSURE.
Your deepest well-wisher,
— Reza, The Alchemist 🧙♂️
Be Empowered.
I guess if you’re reading this then you’re already one of the Greats.