The calm rests in the valleys of our lives between action, response and the chaotic push of opposition.
And while the swirl wraps around us always we sleep in the shade when possible and wake to pick ideas from the maelstrom, fight or lose to the strength of others with more experience.
Wishes motivate but don’t chase dreams.
Those clouds always bobbing towards the horizon,
A wish is a spark, but less infections than desire.
This site can’t be reached by you due to your maturity.
See I too believed
But then I succeeded when I never expected to
Eking out from crowds of extroverts
And repairing with work after loss.
I guess our ambivalence comes with confidence and rejection of perfection and absorption of suffering rather than reacting in fear.
Now used to linger to impatience and speed through the fun things,
Then routine caught pace to forgetting and memorable efforts stopped time,
So throw difference as hurdles as comfort commands gravity,
And struggle or change force here now.
The balance that weighs each action against each other adjusts drastically sometimes because of influences that eventually topple trends and decisions take effect in unknown places and within suffers without believing the beyond that dictates everything.
They may predict incomplete ideas beforehand but after swings from thousands of reactions spinning perpetually in aggravated balance yet we always expect an impossible peace.
