Professionals

I remember a time, sitting around a wooden spool in a dingy apartment jacked up on condiments and ramen. Coffee, the spark that lit the fuse behind the eyes.A gathering of like minded souls, a few not many. On a mixed diet of equal portions of Hope and Rage. A pinging of internal zeitgeist resounded. Phantom waves of purpose were as heady as the dollar store incense that wafted around as if a drunk half interested ghost.  Plenty of ramen, coffee and cigarettes. These are the new professionals.

  It took some time but  this group of kids  became well respected, engaged, worried, thoughtful, talented, tight minded people .Influential in their own right within the sphere of influence they inhabit

   It is just an Idea. To actually envision and define what a Professional is. Maybe make one more definition for the word. Be that as it may, it is for these, this network of Professionals, that I write for and to. Those that learned to be interested in their own life, and the things they do. Those that have learned that accomplishment and self worth mean more that any store bought, pre packaged  ideology that promises little more than temporary laudation and not worth putting on a resume.

There is no Truth, Truth is ubiquitous. Every known thing is ripe for redefinition. To be Professional is more than a matter of self respect, it means taking responsibility for ones actions.

Professionals are the bedrock of society, the bones, nervous system, circulatory and respritory foundations, the absolute and actual infrastructure of society, because without them, who's going to care?