There are too many hours running in slow motion we suddenly notice when shit doesn’t go smoothly . Although, we will in the same breath complain that there isn’t enough time in a day to get done what we needed. We are steadily rolling a boulder up a mountainside or battling it escaping our control downhill. There is as much contradiction as there is duality in the view of the procession. The two steps forward, three steps back shuffle gets to be a bit overwhelming on its best days. Still we stare our reflection trying to overlook the scenery in the background. We are our own worst enemies.
I defeat myself more in a day than I would like to openly admit, but if I weren’t burning the candle at both ends would I be able to know any sense of contentment? I steadily manage to make a mountain out of a mole hole. Too bad that cannot be a super power, I’d be rocking that shit. There has to be a simpler way, a better time, a perfect day, yet after so many years of life, I have to be shown proof of such a thing being more than science fiction.
But slowly I am beginning to see the scattered chaos sculpting into the picture my mind had foresaw. Nothing trumps that mild admission of satisfaction, of pride in something you brought to life. Nothing compares to that, I don’t care who you are, we wouldn’t continue to suffer through the accompanying nightmare if there wasn’t some love and enjoyment in the results achieved. It’s a high we chase just like any other addict in this life. And all pleasures are an addiction or so they want us to believe. If we can buy what they sell, they throw more on our tab.
What a random vent….my apologies.
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