A Torrent Of Light

Due praise and keen reverence is wholly welcomed...

At last I am fixed upon a resolution that my ideology may indeed be plausible. To bring upon oneself the sense that the forward motion has sincerely begun, is a heartening circumstance.

Even a slight reproach need not bother the senses, as the virtue of steadfastness soon dealt a crushing blow. Notwithstanding that my disposition was such that I could claim to feel the warm breeze of stability caressing my face.

This forfeiture of darkness, now illuminates the hope of better times ahead. A menagerie of revived possibilities now inundate the present; a fervent thrill, tangible in its lustre. My trials thus begin to bear fruit, and not from the want of experience, but through the audacity which I have now passed.

The exuberance of the moment wells up, and brings forth the malevolent venom of arrogance. Which must be admonished with the cool waters of reason; diluted to avoid over-indulgence.

Achilles Heel

All those around seem beset by strife and anguish...

The incontrovertible trials of life beat down hard like the ceaseless rays of an angry sun. Withering the unprepared; and leaving harrowing damage all too visible to the eye.

An air of misgiving fills the lungs; virulent and caustic. Its aim; to wear down even the most robust of wills and bring about a subsidence of faith.

Then an ignoble spectre of the past seeks to interject and press forth the advantage. Somehow sensing the weakness and praying on the vulnerability still rife. A wound which declined to heal, thus ruptured by this cloaked emissary.

However, wise counsel and resilient belief; coupled with a manifest depth between two that love, thus foils the plot to subvert. From this emerges a new paradigm of understanding and repose. The bond is further sealed; now increasingly impervious to outside interference and all the more hardy than before.

The Capricious Nature of Fate

Momentum begins...

Slowly gaining ground like an encroaching tide. At each month's end, headway is made.

Time, it appears, does somewhat in itself denote a purposeful contention; that all will, and does change. A torrent of the unforeseen races ever on, never to be bereft of fear; but instead to recognise it as an acceptable motive.  

Are hope and grit always to be my panacea? an antidote for my woe?

What now?

To brandish the success as a precept; an example of behavior thus far rewarded?

I can survive, I know this now.

A decree, carved in stone by the force of my chosen circumstance. Yet avoiding the persistent repercussions of chance, must be my elementary aspiration. Reducing said risk, a perpetual trial of my spirit.

Begin The Ascent

Faith partially restored...

The Nadir is past. My lowest ebb, now to all intents and purposes, moved beyond. A sensation from which I had become estranged, now rushes forth. This joyous benediction of a financial reprieve. So sorely desired, it now bestows a formidable buoyancy upon my being. 

To chronicle the exploits; auspicious in nature, would be tantamount to blasphemy. 

To scrutinize the flotsam of the past, would only dim the moment. 

Let sleeping dogs lie, and so rejoice in good fortune. However temporary it may thus be. Such repeal of doubt, presents the epitome of all that which I hold dear.  So with inestimable vigor and unquestionable furor, the climb begins. 

Let the escapade continue, unabridged and undiluted.

The Schism Between

 Journey through adversity...

The sky, veiled and bruised. Evidence of some former injury, from which it does now simmer in anger, seeking reprisal. This brooding melancholy, a restless portent of things to come. 

An abrupt awakening from slumber stirred memories, uncommonly clear, but transient. Turning to times leading to this point of crossroad. A previous day of income, ended with a most absorbing final act. 

Drawn together in innocuous discussion with fellow denizens. Arrogant demeanour inflated with a debonair sense of righteousness. Compassionate discourse broke forth, an exercise in connecting to the outside world. Yet ignoring the covenant of good manners, proper action a mere addendum to the thought process. Meddlesome elements sort to steer unto the relgious arena, and thus become bogged down in dogma. 

A beleaguered host struggling under the weight of philistine reactions of an obtuse mind. The grim brevity of empathy shown; a breathtaking spectacle, thus encouraged a willingness to supersede. To spite surly retributions, a soothsayer revealed, to trigger the momentum of secrets unearthed. The wholesome tirade of a well-meaning raconteur. 

So it ended, and a return in thought to the present, where soon the fates will decide whether to scorn or reward.

Schadenfreude Rebuked

To reconcile or provoke...

Once more the malodorous spectres of loathsomeness and malevolence seek to upset one held so dear. These are remorseless foes; indefatigable emissaries of an objectionable body. With their vitriol, palpable to the senses, something akin to rancid intent. Bringing forth concurrent trials, to begrudge betterment and heighten privation.

The ill wind serves as an aide-mémoire. To placate this heresy would be a sin, and to seek vengeance a fruitless speculation. No matter how odious the task, the crest fallen must rise.  

Wakefully aware that parlance is of paramount importance, and the nondescript must seek to become the stronger party. As if to underscore this adage, a synchronous act must be sought. One which will bring harmony, alleviating the foreboding nature of this situation.

Yet so much still hinges on the coming days. Already the apparatus of fortune have ventured to upset the balance of plans.

Who will providence choose? 

Will she forsake those who strive?

Atrophy Of The Senses

The waiting game...

With the avenues for income set; all preparatory measures are complete. Nothing now but to watch the slow creep of time, with bare subsistence and stark frugality as my constant companions.

All attempts to fill this uncertain void seemingly fail at the first hurdle, or plummet into the abyss between now, and soon. In the midst of this, my doubt is ever-present. Thus I am struck down with the consternation of one so gnawed with unease.

Prepossessing of its nature to mislead; yet fully aware that the future may not bring the riches so needed. However, to bear it with equanimity would be the choice tactic. To withstand the breadth of despair which waits to engulf if all comes to ruin.

Just to feel the unfettered release of creation, without the potent scent of apprehension. Which so oft seeks to tarnish what should be an irreproachable and hallowed joy.