I embrace chaos, and I bleed as I search for some type of harmony. I fight knowing I may lose. I run even though it may lead no where. I meditate and pray every rising dawn, though it fills me with sorrow. I meditate and I pray every falling sun, though it fills me further with contempt and anguish. I crawl, scamper, and trudge forward despite the things that, I know- hold me back.
How can anyone, anything, let alone a collective hold aim to become anything greater than what we are today- if we don't move forward? Ride the waves we say, take it easy, don't force yourself, let things happen, it'll work itself out in the end- but sometimes, you can accept too much. We all accept things in this world- to a fault. You can ride too far. You can lose yourself in the surge of the waves. If man can lose himself at sea, he can lose himself in society. If we were made perfect perhaps, we would know just how far to allow certain things; but we are not- perfect.
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Compass (2018)
Random"Fate, is nothing other than the allowance, and passing, of your present circumstantial reality to dictate all potential future outcomes." - Me, myself and I.
