thick blue paint

It doesn't matter how talented I am if I can't create an environment where my work is in synchronised tandem with others. Improvement done on a small scale immediately affects the top line growth of the firm. The act may be as microscopically and minutely tiny as moving a graphic by one pixel on the web page of the firm's intranet, but that act immediately creates a life form that flits and floats towards the overall giant aura that is like the sun, made of godazillions of fireballs, triggering a growth and evolution process that smashes past an artificial ceiling denoting a dated benchmark for quality and spreads- like seeds from a farmer's hand into tilled soil, pollen from a bee scattered among sunflowers, like sunlight ambushing dark space, like thick blue paint spreading in a glass of clear water, like a deluge bursting past a broken dam wall, like fine dust spreading in the air, like school children exploding out of the building in the afternoon, like a thousand birds fluttering out of a tree together, like sparks out of aerial fireworks, like water out of a wet dog drying himself, like the roots of a hundred-year-old tree and like a thought permeating the mind.

Here's to one year of blogging. Since I started on my 30th birthday, it makes it easy to remember. Cheers!