The anti-jack-of-all-trades.
The stubborn specialist.
Dealing decisively with just one blow
Instead of bluntly swinging
With all the available options.
We are generalists to our own demise
Trying to be too much
For too many people
All too often.
We triage
Because we can’t be all things to all men-
We are scalpels forged for our time,
Arrows meant for the heart of one great beast.
This world has more problems
Than you can solve,
Yet there are things
That you and you alone can do-
Why spend your efforts elsewhere?
Triage
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