Spectacularities (Exit Signs Glowing)

We're writing this down in the dark and even though the exit signs are illuminateed we choose to stick around and wait for something spectacular.

He's sitting around and waiting for something spectacular to happen because that is what everybody expects, and, quite frankly, it is what he secretly expects as well.

"Hey, do you think we can sell this?"
"Well there's not really a market for it, but . . ."
"We can create that market."
"Exactly."
"Spectacular."

The others walk briskly and talk fiscally even though they are unsure and unaware. Of where they're going. Of what they're doing. Of who they are.

Placed friendships only sail so far and lately there's been a new hurricane every day.

"And you see, if we spin it like this . . . third quarter earnings should all but triple."
Heads nodding. Bravo. A slap on the back.
"Hey, who turned off the lights?"

A great idea doesn't go very far if it is kept a secret and locked away in a dark room. A great idea needs support and votes and a great template upon which it can expand. A great idea does not need to be sold, it needs to be heard and had and understood and accepted. Too often do we try and sell ourselves and our potential short. Too often we are paranoid, staring at dollar signs and the way out.

"No guys, wait. We can fix it."
The lights remain off and the exit signs are glowing. Dress shoes and work boots alike shuffle towards the door.
"Please. Wait."
Heads down, drifting. Bravo. A spectacular slap in the face.