Big Shoes

Being born with a silver spoon in the mouth may seem like an advantage out of the gate, regardless, upon further examination this rarely proves true.

Consider the initial Lot In Life scenario as the first Big Shoes challenge—birth order; the beginning of hierarchy, the proverbial pecking order—by the sheer randomness of birthright—the game of life and death, mandatory to play each and every day.

Regardless of parentage, the dynamics of distinctive personalities influences siblings in deeply significant ways—eldest on top—younger siblings looking up—stokes instinctive rivalry until the end of eternity it will surely rage.

Human nature also has a dark nasty side—the protocol of antagonism rots the soul fuelling hatred that only intensifies—the bile of the rivals disintegrating the mind from inside as every single human malady emerges from the subconscious mind—manifests as malignant tumour festering like a gigantic carcinogenic pimple upon the sublime face of humanity.

Initially, there is an instinctive urge to follow a leader, yet after a while, reveals itself to be a deeply flawed hypothesis as family dynamics are merely the beginning of the quest to seek and discover a pair of your own shoes, and where journey manifestly begins.

Mentally abandoning the pecking order is a critical first step—not understanding the nature of positioning within pecking order only leads to a road going nowhere with just three stops—hopelessness, depression, and despair—clearly the manifestation of all unchallenged fears.

Blood is thicker than water used to work a long time ago—yet a more practical iteration in consideration of emerging human behaviour is to revitalise the ancient protocol of building a robust clan diffusing the tenets describing its spirit and soul.

Seek to find worthy Big Shoes true to you in a one-and-only size—a practical guide to recognize foundations worthy of emulation—the clues are here, there, and everywhere just look at the han men kyōshi—a handbook of what not to do for certain have a close look.
It is here where the aware notice the consequence of Forks In Road—realizing the meaning of Big Shoes, catch the wind, riding infinite rails, sailing into a personalised destiny.

Dance while entranced about the perpetual possibilities as ΩNE rotates around the sun—sample a plethora of different shoes—find the ones meant for you and this is when the journey in earnest begins in a personal pair of Big Shoes.

Those early rejecting the notion to fill anyone's shoe are branded with the misnomer of black sheep—meaningless labels pasted onto those who innately seek a unique destiny by Following The Sun—the opposite of weak, the antithesis of meek—go boldly forth exploring the nooks and crannies inside the pithy marrow of emergent humanity.

go in hard—go in deep—play the long game—play for keeps

Like all things in nature there is no such things as black and white—only sublime shades of grey—escaping the darkness toward the light is the right way—so, as a matter of fact, there really is no such thing as a black sheep anyway. 
Conceivably, walking in someone else's shoes leads to a well worn path of ruts and ennui carved into a trail of broken dreams—walking in lockstep as one of the majority—you are not special and you are not alone.

As life continues to "get in the way"—you will have to fill in for Taro Suzuki today—while he is away you have to walk in his shoe—this is a clear sign there is but one destiny—a wage-slave or the sucker in a Ponzi get-rich scheme—either a victim of circumstance or narrating a story constructing the reality of life's game.

Not to be confused with walking a mile in another's moccasins which inevitably leads to the discovery of a pair of exclusive shoes, which happen to embody an energetic frequency filled with heartfelt empathy and a Reason To Be as you seek the biggest most extraordinary shoes—it's worth the trip believe me.

The hard road becomes a little easier as the easy road become much harder day by day as the sun goes up and down—it only a matter of time the clock is ticking away, the end of the journey and the end of time—at the end of the trail, facing judgment day the question is: What will your ancestors say to you on your dying day?

Not recognising the significance of clan is a failure to stick to the primal plan—planting the flag of your dynasty—Curry Favour with the matriarchs while venerating the glorious sacrifices of their men—build upon the foundation of the clan filling the Big Shoes of the ancestors to a noble end—bestowing this Earthly Paradise to the future generations—make life sublime, step up to the starting line—ready, set, go—Follow The Sun.