Stubborn Sheep

I do get tired of being right all the time. Occasionally, being wrong might be a welcome surprise. And it’s exhausting, constantly trying to shepherd people, like stubborn sheep.

I’m the weary shepherd sat on a rock, watching her flock run amuck. Just call me “Little Bow #bleep#”. Oh wait, or would I be Little “Blow Peep”? Sorry, one of those darker shade of grey moments.

Back to the matter at hand. Yes, being right. And then, often I’m as stubborn as those sheep. I know what’s right, I see the facts, yet I too believe, like them,  that the grass is greener on the other side and that the pot of gold waits at the end of the rainbow. Oh and the classic, a leopard can change its spots. So I shouldn’t judge them sheep too harshly hey?  I imagine somewhere higher up a slope, a dejected shepherd is sitting head in hands, “raad op”, cos I refused to do what he advised.

So you wonder what was my point? Didn’t you guess by now that there is none?