The complexity that replaces the simplicity is a steady reminder that what was will never again be as it was. Some days will be pleasure-filled. Other days will be sheer hell. yet, not a single day will have an extra parachute lying around, allowing you to bail out. this is your shit, man up and face it. that’s the irony of the price of membership, this life. it can be one giant contradiction, yet be the bleeding invitation to total elevation. it’s a tricky little fucker, regardless of how you wrap it up to present it. it’ll be fastball after fastball, but tell you to breathe and relax between the at-bats. never making much sense until it inevitably is.
it’s best when life permits you the right to lead the dance, allows you to make the mistake of thinking. Thinking that you have figured out the next motion of movement. It lets you anticipate it up to the very second you lean in. Then, it rips itself from your arms and takes the leading role.
Is it wrong to feel that wound deep within the heart? Does the hurt hit hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs? Why must it feel like a dagger deep into the back, paralyzing you? midst the skyline, a dream stands on the verge of uncertainty. Stability is unreliable in the daily crisis of surviving in the modern world. This is true if your net worth is valued too low to meet upper-standards. why must we linger in the choke points? we react so slowly that it is no wonder why we fall behind. but there is no reverse course in this catastrophic ride. just got to sit back, relax, eat some popcorn. most importantly, friend, enjoy the ride, or what the fuck was any of this even for?
it’s so easy to forget. We easily forgot during the slow passage of busy times. Days seamlessly turned into nights. Those nights became mornings that became days again. this is the standoff against the untested invulnerability of the injustices guaranteed in the backroom politics on the front page. welcome to the political bravado of revealing the costs of the imbalance of the classes. The greed deepens the gap. It allows one to get ahead of the other, as if any of it matters. In the end, do we ever win? do we ever get tired and stand up and push back? or do we continue to cower, holding our ankles in the darkened rooms and hidden cameras? accountability is at an all-time low, a fading out trend of where ideology is outdated. We simple single votes of faceless voices dare cry for what we do fight, regardless of the outcome. We never quit until we achieve the goals we have set.
we have existed as the pawns upon the boards for so damned long. is it not time to level up to a knight?
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