Two Hands, One Great Life

 

Two hands — why not use them both?
Life blooms when they become betrothed.
Clap them together, strong and free,
And live the life that’s meant to be.

 

Your Now wants pleasure, ease, delight—
A cozy bed, a tasty bite.
Your Next says, “Wait, let’s plan ahead,
So future joy won’t turn to dread.”
When both feel heard and lend their grace,
You’ll find a sweet and balanced place.

 

Your Oneself guards your own delight,
Your Others care for others’ plight.
But when they team instead of fight,
The world feels warmer, hearts feel light.

 

Perseverance climbs the hill,
While quitaverance knows when to chill.
Together they make wisdom whole—
By forging ahead or taking a stroll.

 

Assertion says, “I know my needs,”
Accommodation does good deeds.
Together, though, they learn to dance—
And give both “yes” and “no” their chance.

 

Spontaneity loves to play,
While structure maps the careful way.
One builds the ship, one feels the breeze—
Together sail the seven seas.

 

Peacocking shines your polish bright,
Authentic uncovers your true light.
When masks and truth both have their say,
You glow uniquely in just your way.

 

The small steps gives your task a start,
The big dream gives your steps their heart.
When both are seen and understood,
You dance with time, and life feels good.

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Love what is, then take your aim—
Embrace the game, a burning flame.
Two hands, not one, to make things right—
Will turn your life to pure delight.

Two hands — why not use them both?
Life blooms when they become betrothed.
Clap them together, strong and free,
And live the life that’s meant to be.