I can make you rise or fall. I can work for you or against you.
I can make you a success or a failure.
I control the way you feel and the way you act.
I can make you laugh...work...love. I can make your heart sing with joy...excitement ...more joy.
Or I can make you wretched...dejected...depressed. I can make you sick…listless. I can be as a shackle…heavy…attached…burdensome.
Or I can be as the prism’s hue…dancing…bright…fleeting. Ideas lost forever unless captured by pen and paper.
I can be nurtured and elevated to be great and beautiful…seen by the eyes of others through action in you.
I can never be removed…only replaced…transformed.
I am a thought.
What are you allowing your master to tell you?