The redwood felling

He glanced at the calendar as a man resigned to his fate. It was not now, nor had it ever been, easy to accept defeat.

This time hurt most of all.

Acceptance, like gratitude, is not practiced often enough.

Some things are alterable.

However, the majority of outcomes in life that aren’t to our liking ultimately require acceptance.

There were times when it seemed as if he were King Midas. Everything he touched turned to gold. Or so it appeared, at least to him.

His lack of filter contributed to his undoing.

Sometimes the best words spoken are those left unsaid.

Perhaps someday in retrospect, it will be clear to him that his instincts for petulant behavior should have been permanently abandoned before embarking on the surreal battleground where fewer words serve competitors better.

That is unless more words are used that promote and foster unification.

His opponent in this latest struggle wisely understood how the prospect of bringing people together would be the strategy that would provide margins for victory.

His implosions at the eleventh hour were many, and historical firsts.

Ah, what could have been.

The perils of power attained with excessive noise and the inability to deviate from methodologies that would swallow anyone whole moving forward.

Lack of vision?

Affirmative.

Lack of intellect?

Affirmative.

Emotion-driven rhetoric?

Affirmative.

His way or the highway?

Affirmative.

Complete loss of any common sense?

Affirmative.

Failure to be inclusive in words and actions?

Affirmative.

Anyone to blame but himself?

Negative.