“Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.” Abraham Lincoln


Look, all I do is beat.
I’m a pump.
Nothing more, nothing less.
I squeeze…blood moves.
Don’t go putting work ethic on me.
I work.
I’m no metaphor for your motivational tricks.
I do my job.
I am a heart.
Through and through.
I keep going until I can’t,
So don’t lump me in with persistence and resilience.
They’re nothing but constructs
That show nothing.
I’m a heart, a pump, muscle,
The thing that keeps you alive.
So don’t cheapen my worth
With games when kids can get to the ball,
Or when politicians can’t do what’s right.
Hearts always hustle.
Hearts always pump.
We do what we do because we must.
Leave the shoulds to some other organ.
Better, yet, make all of your little invisible intangibles
The property of the brain.
Hearts care little for thought.

“You think you know where the boundaries are, but you see this stuff and think, if this thing I’m looking at is possible, what else might be possible?” Android Jones, from Stealing Fire, Kotler and Wheal (2017)

Those at the front take off in a sprint
Those dressed for show make it look flashy
Those running for charity look at peace
And those in the back have a party.

The runner’s wave ebbs and flows,
Sometimes one will fall and the mass will part,
Sometimes many will tumble like dominoes.
Such is the way at the start of a race.

All the anxiety
All the hope
All the doubt
Whisks away as their shoulders brush by each other.