Once upon a time in a land far far south, there was this guy that started this new job (as most people know) and everything was good. Um, perfect even. He was pretty excited and overall morale was great. He gave his-self fully. They painted a picture of this great kingdom with gum drops and chocolate for breakfast. This environment where everyone sang in unisom and held hands and laughed; they played. At last, nothing ever stays the same - HUH.
So suddenly a darkness came over the kingdom and everything quickly changed for the worst. This normally gentle being had to release the beast. He became resentful and full of anger. There was a great divide and nothing will ever be the same for him or this kingdom.
As he gathered himself, he realized that no place of work in this world deserved this type of energy and this mythical loving kingdom never existed. It was all a rouse. A sad, ugly, unkind, loud-mouthed, ego-tistical rouse.
So he let it go. He let it all go. And He regained his composure. He regained his life-force. He regained his "fight" and went on with his eyes wide open to exist in this new day.
The END.
Question.... what do you think the moral of the story is?
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