Life is good, pleasant. You are entering into a new beginning. One where you are unsure of how long you can hold on away from your element, before letting go, reverting, and re-adapting to the lessening of life within yourself. It’s quite unclear which element is most conducive for growth right now. It seems much easier to be in and out; balancing commitment to travailing while simultaneously dedicating oneself to mediocracy. So here you are, standing in the middle of a road, soul set on journeying, yet your heart hovers over your knees and your head remains harvested into the ground. Will this lead me to my greatest desire? Will it truly satisfy the pang of past disappointments? Are you sure I deserve it? You continue to shove half baked promises down your throat and impose unrealistic expectations on your becoming. But what we choose to obey will always weed out our amble attempts. It leaves you with a premature end to an opportunity for rejuvenation. And what a terrible defeat, to have lived half erected. Are you satisfied with only having the capacity for a fulfilled life? “Here lies a wanderer, rich in imagination, suffocated by apprehension”. From where you stand is fear still your comfort? Is it not far less terrifying to face the consequences of an oversaturated ego than to brave the commitment to prosperity?
Miss Parisia B.