“If men were angels, no government would be necessary. If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary. In framing a government which is to be administered by men over men, the great difficulty lies in this: you must first enable the government to control the governed; and in the next place, oblige it to control itself.” – James Madison, Federalist No. 51, 1788
“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.” –Steve Jobs
You want me to take you seriously As you glare at me furiously With your arms around the guy I caught you with before my reply
You flame me by way of "fuck you" balloon As I advert my eyes trained to the moon Doing the best of my best James Dean My mind focused on when you were my dream
I won't be held down by your comedy Pretending your antics are my tragedy Keep holding on to your fantasy Now that I know the truth, it means little to me
Laid out as it is, cards on the table This experience will serve as fable A lesson learned in less than mediocrity Served up by someone thinking herself legendary
Only too verbally punch her way out of relevancy In a fall from grace from the heights of majesty When you refused to look at or ask for evidence In my heart, your feigned hurt lost all relevance
I won't be caught up in the might-have-beens When it seems you don't remember the whens Of true words spoken between true friends My hurt focus on lies has come to the end
(c) September 29, 2021 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Yesterday, September 27, 2021, was the last day of prescribed cardiac rehab. They tell me that I am doing excellently. The only admonishment given was that I should keep in mind not to work out as hard as my spirit tells me I should but to strive to be within a range and become more moderate than my habits of a lifetime.
To mark this, a poem:
Pushed and Pulled by Michael Doyle
I pushed I pulled I strained For every inch of ground I have ever gained This is what they taught To live life as it is caught
However hard the roads That I have been shown By every struggle I have more than grown Becoming the all of me Pushed for in the possibility Making of life, my reality
Always seeking higher ground However seldom it might be found Pushing to be just a little more As we swam hard for the shore Hoping we might reach it To live another day and teach it To be all that life allows to be
Never heeding that enough is enough It now feels it's surely a bluff How can it be that living moderately Is the way to excel in my sufficiency To do within a range is to do good Why more is less remains misunderstood At last, time has brought this change
I pushed I pulled I strained For every inch of ground I have ever gained This is what they taught To live life as it is caught
(c) September 28, 2021 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“One single object … [will merit] the endless gratitude of the society: that of restraining the judges from usurping legislation.” – Thomas Jefferson (1825)
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along