I Am Here, My Ethos.

Chapter 5: I try hard, perhaps too hard.

The time has come early, to write about my attendance. My self-recovery from life. To be present and eat the cake. I lay my collection of tools ahead of me. Time, space, light and energy. Four elements that make my preparations for life council-able. I try hard, perhaps too hard.

Staying above my guard is what I'm intending to do. Everyday, I have a point I have to pass to not let my guard down. Its a shame the candles burn out quickly, other wise I'd use them.

THE QUESTION OF LIFE is not in its answer but in its entitlement. Being above the watch of letting self down. The answer lays solutions for you , like laying my collection of tools ahead of me, whereas the entitlement is court. To question unequivocally without resentment. I decided that tomorrow be a better time to fix the pipe under the sink.

I need to stay behind my own theories of work, to attain a good portion of enrichment in my life and survive the broken sink. To be within the source of play. That is that energy loses its stride once let go. It is under the moment of self control and time property that I sway my life's entity. To the joy of being.

My time has come early to say that, though I try too hard, my results are weak due to the notion of self-control. In the midst of my process, I let myself go. Thus, energy controls my attention when space is projecting its factor.

Therefore, it is hard to neglect a broken pipe.

For this, I have to be two, one in front and one in the back. To keep watch. The energy of darkness sleeps me. Thus when light comes, I trust that guard will sway energy right. the swaying of energy needs to be neutral. Unbiased in drive. For this, two has to be confidence and awe.

The day has come and I want to fix the pipe. Energy is not in its fight. The light is dim as I grab my tools. Its not looking anymore. I see that the water is down but my energy is survival. Watch will say my word is atonement.

Time is surviving a broken pipe, it has leaked and the water has stopped. Whom let their guard down, I have my own sins to fake. It is my reason to stake today's light for another day.

Entitled to make my own decisions, I put a drainer's bucket under the sink.

The water is brown.

I know from my better judgment that water is not a need but neutral. I can't die of thirst. I figured that one out earlier in my story. Its something like "here, don't wait. Have some water."

I understand now that I was waiting a long time.