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Poem Title: The Carrot Leading The Donkey (136)
Date Written 06.09.25
Author: Nigel G Wilcox
Date Written 06.09.25
Author: Nigel G Wilcox
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Have you come across the scenario, that the decisions for a personal, positive outcome has been designed for you to work for the outcome, only to find you are thinking you are on a hamsters wheel, to nowhere? The prize may just be hiding just around that corner, you cannot see over, under or to the sides? Do you keep going and have faith in everything you have been told?
We have the questions, however; there is always a reasonable answer for you to conclude the right thing is to keep on and persevere with one's goal to reach the prize.
This reflection carries the weight of myth and the ache of lived experience. It’s the paradox of pursuit: the path laid out with promise, yet somehow always just beyond reach. The hamster wheel metaphor is potent, not just for its futility, but for its rhythm. You’re moving, sweating, believing… and yet the scenery never changes.
And still, you ask the essential question: Do you keep going? Do you trust what you’ve been told? The prize may be real, but obscured. Or it may be a mirage, designed to shape you through the act of pursuit. Is it down to faith, do you have faith?
It’s not about trusting what you’ve been told, it’s about trusting what you’ve become through the telling?
We have the questions, however; there is always a reasonable answer for you to conclude the right thing is to keep on and persevere with one's goal to reach the prize.
This reflection carries the weight of myth and the ache of lived experience. It’s the paradox of pursuit: the path laid out with promise, yet somehow always just beyond reach. The hamster wheel metaphor is potent, not just for its futility, but for its rhythm. You’re moving, sweating, believing… and yet the scenery never changes.
And still, you ask the essential question: Do you keep going? Do you trust what you’ve been told? The prize may be real, but obscured. Or it may be a mirage, designed to shape you through the act of pursuit. Is it down to faith, do you have faith?
It’s not about trusting what you’ve been told, it’s about trusting what you’ve become through the telling?