Not knowing, sometimes, is power.
(Ignorance is bliss, right?)
Experience and strong roots are power.
Being new and past-less is power.
(Sometimes fresh devils are welcome in place of known ones.)
Having support and strong relationships is power.
Being detached is power.
(Nobody to hold you back or push you down.)
Money is power.
Being penniless is liberating.
(Nothing to lose, people don't fake liking you.)
Power in numbers. And yet, one ought to be unique.
Stability is power. Ambition is power.
Control is power. Freedom, too.
(Which would you choose?)
Being someone's rock is power.
Needing no one is power.
Chasing dreams gives strength to some.
For others, evading fears does the trick.
So many power games in play around us.
A man, soft and dependable at work, compels his wife behind closed doors to be submissive and accommodating, no matter what.
Manipulation by acceding, or crying, coz it proves the other person a jerk.
Curtains down, justice denied.
Oh the ironies and vagaries of life!
Caught in the midst of all the hues of universe.
Running through the fire, come hell or high water.
In the end, stripped down and naked, you realise all those powers mean nothing.
It's a mirage. A facade. To make some and break some.
We all suffer anyway. Some early on, some later.
No matter where you started, no matter what you end with.
Life's levels us all in the end.
Who is John Galt?
Peace and power to you.