ORT: I am surrounded by carelessness and uncertainty. I can only continue to be on top of my shit and lend a hand as I see fit. I am guilty of prancing about like a peacock, but when I show up each and every time, I will sing a bar or two of my rhymes. False modesty has never looked good on me. Troubles with learning My Lesson? Just how much of a curve are we talkin' here?
DARLA: I always got somethin' to say, that's for sure. My words hit home with lots of folks. I may not have any answers, but ask me a question and I'll give you an Oh, Pinion! If you've got my back, you get a steady stream of bon mots in return.
ORT: This entire journey is built upon temporary steps. Keep taking them regardless where they lead. You've got a fool alongside you; growth is found in the doing and failing rather than the thinking and retreating. Hitting the ground is a sign of momentum. Progression! Standing still is necessary for a time, and then it just becomes hard on the arches.
DARLA: Your words speak of frittering one's gifts and talents. Many of us run from our birthright. It's scary to be a leader among the Weird & Wounded. I shan't be wasteful with my words. My words are my wealth, and people listen to my creativity as though it were the law. It is the law for me. I can only hope my guidance is met with kindness and a healthy dose of beware.
ORT: Ever the diplomat, am I. Strength is what enables one to create in the moment and to drive all other thoughts out to pasture. They'll roam home soon enough. Nurture what makes you happy. Otherwise, why waste the effort? My reward in staying alert is that I always see treasure by the roadside.
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