Down With Platitudes
An original philosophical poem
Platitudes are the bane of humanity.
These trite phrases crop up again and again, shared in moments they are not wanted or needed. Everyone reading this newsletter could recite one. “Everything happens for a reason.” “Time heals all wounds.” “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” Platitudes are simplistic nonsense that gloss over actual problems with non-solutions. They are a shallow substitute for empathy, sympathy, and helpful advice. Rather than offer meaningful answers, platitudes ignore the question and insult the intelligence of the questioner.
Today’s poem is dedicated to anyone who ever feels like smacking some sense into people that love to spout worthless platitudes like they are Solomon reincarnated.
Why does the chicken cross the road? The grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the highway. It turned brown like their eggs. Life is like a bowl of cherries. It crushes and grinds your body then stuffs fresh fruity pulp inside a made-from-scratch crust. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Tell that to a cosmic giant devouring countless planets. Their step covers a light year. You miss 100 percent of the shots you don't take. Advanced stats show you're also the league leader. in missed shots taken. Actions speak louder than words. They never shut their mouths. Always spreading new gossip, like a pack of middle-schoolers. Knock knock. Who's there? Opportunity waits for you, but only just long enough to doorbell ditch your house.
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