Life is situational and there is only so much you can do with the situations that string together. We weave them and our reactions, in turn, break ties or strengthen knots or smooth tangles. We breathe life into this maze we walk. We step where we shouldn't and we strive for what we can not obtain. Dealing seems to be a theme always present. We settle for fear that pushing higher and harder will break the mold and end in mess. Comprehension is lost in words and phrases too simple to be true; we refuse to believe for we can not will not understand. We like to say we know ourselves, but with all the change...if not in us around us, in others, in the air we inhale, in the intonation of thoughts and memories better silenced.
Life is volatile...but this makes it worth living.
I know this isn't the storm before the calm, or the breaking light of any new revelation. I know these thoughts run rampant across the red bricks of Athens, and hold less power than elevated epiphanies found at the bottom of porcelain bowls or a brisk 8am one-socked walk. We are volatile...and as luck would have it, we hope.
Awake to hope and dream in torturous fits of it. Don't allow the weight to crush you or the fall to break you, don't buy but don't sell, and...be. allow. free from stillness yet supported by a consistent, instability. Dependable and stable in its unpredictability.
right before you jump, your breath may catch-- and in that moment
without breath
continuously catching
in that moment is life.
Understandable through absence and necessity. Life-
to inhale. and. breathe freely. again.
"We're going down...My Dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room" What a beautiful life spent waking to dreams and living in moments that take your breath away; Perspectively Yours
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