Sunday, 5 February 2012
Tuesday, 31 January 2012
Volte-Face
A sea change of sorts has taken hold...
To make haste in clearing out the detritus of self imposed frugality, whilst debunking an assumed impervious nature. Spurred into action by a dire, unforeseeable, but nevertheless inevitable chain of events.
Health it seems, can be a woeful adversary to challenge. All who pay no heed, do so by gambling their very longevity against the force of his will.
However sudden, this re-routing of priority was not as wrenching as one may have rightly feared. Surely now an expected meteoric rise in expenditure lay in wait, to usurp the new found vitality for which I had ascribed.
Yet no reproach; instead Prudence was at hand to lend her subtle wit. A deft guide through this tangled thicket. Back to basics; sustenance through simplicity, additives now a sin.
Almost as in parallel; I attest that my creative self rekindled it's incandescent fire anew. The coals burn hot with a molten torrent of possibility that familiarity implies upon me.
Could it be so that but for this change in nutriment I am thus emboldened?
Truly it matters not, for the outcome is equal. For I tread not alone, but in the company of those like minded souls near and dear to me.
To make haste in clearing out the detritus of self imposed frugality, whilst debunking an assumed impervious nature. Spurred into action by a dire, unforeseeable, but nevertheless inevitable chain of events.
Health it seems, can be a woeful adversary to challenge. All who pay no heed, do so by gambling their very longevity against the force of his will.
However sudden, this re-routing of priority was not as wrenching as one may have rightly feared. Surely now an expected meteoric rise in expenditure lay in wait, to usurp the new found vitality for which I had ascribed.
Yet no reproach; instead Prudence was at hand to lend her subtle wit. A deft guide through this tangled thicket. Back to basics; sustenance through simplicity, additives now a sin.
Almost as in parallel; I attest that my creative self rekindled it's incandescent fire anew. The coals burn hot with a molten torrent of possibility that familiarity implies upon me.
Could it be so that but for this change in nutriment I am thus emboldened?
Truly it matters not, for the outcome is equal. For I tread not alone, but in the company of those like minded souls near and dear to me.
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
Saturday, 7 January 2012
Tempus Futurum
The breaking of an unblemished year brings turmoil, prophecy and prudence...
Allowing endurance of a long lived friendship, while invoking abject change elsewhere. Health must once more lead investment, as to better guild for what is to come.
External forces offer up forecasts immutably dyed with stains of their own self-doubt; Albeit in actuality beneath the most delicate of veils, so as to barely conceal the intended claim on my future. Supposedly to goad wilful concession or admission of folly.
Thus fleeting prognosis doth reveal that which was long suspected. A cavernous void between their understanding and the rock on which I preside.
Let no such views be thrust so imprudently. For It seems the fates prevail not the virtue of outward compliance upon my plan. Forever misconstrued as a morass of false impression, to bear no fruit. A complete prostitution of the talents so fortunately bestowed. Proudly bearing this prominence akin to a disobedient nature.
Roused by misapprehension, I find it not difficult to engage the more venturesome aspects for which I seek to be recognised. To descry opportunity and reach further still into the unknown.
This outcome being far less terrible to me than all which hath been presented.
This outcome being far less terrible to me than all which hath been presented.
Monday, 5 December 2011
Breathless
The resurgence of an old adversary is lamentable indeed...
His restrictive grasp all the more merciless than remembered. Thus culminating in days of squandered opportunity; further underpinned by the mercenary clutch of glacial conditions gathering day by day.
A wilted hiss, rather than the customary voice. Defiant reason; whereabouts unknown. A briefly benumbed period of feebleness, incurred by the return of that wheezing rasp. Mingled frustration bore from a hitherto unfamiliar lack of will.
Nonetheless, the fleeting temperament of this impotence was welcome, proving incentive to regain an even keel. Yet, to spite the impetus to sleep; refused compliance was more the case. Established rhythms elbowed from sync by the erratic moods of infirmity.
So insomnia; discerning her chance, pushes the advantage. Forcing her will upon my waking mind. The last vestige of resilience.
His restrictive grasp all the more merciless than remembered. Thus culminating in days of squandered opportunity; further underpinned by the mercenary clutch of glacial conditions gathering day by day.
A wilted hiss, rather than the customary voice. Defiant reason; whereabouts unknown. A briefly benumbed period of feebleness, incurred by the return of that wheezing rasp. Mingled frustration bore from a hitherto unfamiliar lack of will.
Nonetheless, the fleeting temperament of this impotence was welcome, proving incentive to regain an even keel. Yet, to spite the impetus to sleep; refused compliance was more the case. Established rhythms elbowed from sync by the erratic moods of infirmity.
So insomnia; discerning her chance, pushes the advantage. Forcing her will upon my waking mind. The last vestige of resilience.
Tuesday, 29 November 2011
A Balance Of Wealth
Darker days oft bring keener thoughts...
With health found lacking and not incongruous with the seasonal change. Time is rife for much overlooked scrutiny. A rearward glance over former schedules reveal a rich tapestry of life, love, work and play. Repetition to all appearances to have conceded ground to it's more determined brethren, Irregularity.
Not ever have daily matters showed signs of being so varied in hue; nor so mercurial of nature. Yet calmness is permitted to breathe this fractured jigsaw. An adjustment, bore from a year of doubt, now entrenched.
In all my conjecture I came to be wide of the truth. At the heart, a failure to ascertain how I would evolve. Namely that the grim land of independent living could come to be not only home, but also refuge. Safety in what others would deem insecurity. From this, a basis to thrive had emerged; while still not suffering the yoke of another.
As to the nature of wealth; my confidence resides alongside the thought that it is not purely a realm ruled by the monetary. Moreover, it is well-being that governs, and by that means I must seem all the more richer than first assumed.
So I conspire to Happiness.
With health found lacking and not incongruous with the seasonal change. Time is rife for much overlooked scrutiny. A rearward glance over former schedules reveal a rich tapestry of life, love, work and play. Repetition to all appearances to have conceded ground to it's more determined brethren, Irregularity.
Not ever have daily matters showed signs of being so varied in hue; nor so mercurial of nature. Yet calmness is permitted to breathe this fractured jigsaw. An adjustment, bore from a year of doubt, now entrenched.
In all my conjecture I came to be wide of the truth. At the heart, a failure to ascertain how I would evolve. Namely that the grim land of independent living could come to be not only home, but also refuge. Safety in what others would deem insecurity. From this, a basis to thrive had emerged; while still not suffering the yoke of another.
As to the nature of wealth; my confidence resides alongside the thought that it is not purely a realm ruled by the monetary. Moreover, it is well-being that governs, and by that means I must seem all the more richer than first assumed.
So I conspire to Happiness.
Monday, 7 November 2011
Divisions Of Self
The dull light of day grants a moment's reflection after weeks of relentless continuity...
A cacophony of fraternisation; jousting familial contact, punctuated with stark clear passages of companionless discovery. Nevertheless; now the chill, unfamiliar breath of interlude. Opportunity to garner greatly yearned for perspective. The perfect storm of social collision now a dwindling imprint on the skyline.
In afterthought; it is this place, where aspiration and ambition are given room to breathe, that breakthrough is oft made. Free from repetitious justification of choices made. The call for distillation is ever present; to boil down to nearest base elements. No enumeration of skills or prowess; No achievements to be totalled, like trophies awaiting a shelf on which to gather the dust. Instead to succumb to a definition of values.
Experience - That vivacious need to extend all that is felt, tasted, smelt, heard and seen. To drink the nectar of each day, never to cease finding.
Knowledge - A hunger for notions to nourish a mind that seeks out and stores with wild abandon. An investment in thought inspired by great minds who have pushed the limits of the human condition.
Creation - To indulge the essence of the undefinable, that lofty space where ideas burst into existence; become real. The journey to leave an artifact suffused with a sense of oneself.
Compassion - Enrichment of those with whom paths cross; melded with a willingness to aid, and support beyond what is mere courtesy.
Each ethos in itself cannot be view in isolation. Moreover, all are intrinsically linked. Sharing of a symbiosis that enables wholesome attributes to shine to the fore. Likewise, their more heinous brethren are tempered with prudence, and acknowledged as a necessary part.
So without artifice or iota of regret; the path ahead awaits, ready to be trodden.
A cacophony of fraternisation; jousting familial contact, punctuated with stark clear passages of companionless discovery. Nevertheless; now the chill, unfamiliar breath of interlude. Opportunity to garner greatly yearned for perspective. The perfect storm of social collision now a dwindling imprint on the skyline.
In afterthought; it is this place, where aspiration and ambition are given room to breathe, that breakthrough is oft made. Free from repetitious justification of choices made. The call for distillation is ever present; to boil down to nearest base elements. No enumeration of skills or prowess; No achievements to be totalled, like trophies awaiting a shelf on which to gather the dust. Instead to succumb to a definition of values.
Experience - That vivacious need to extend all that is felt, tasted, smelt, heard and seen. To drink the nectar of each day, never to cease finding.
Knowledge - A hunger for notions to nourish a mind that seeks out and stores with wild abandon. An investment in thought inspired by great minds who have pushed the limits of the human condition.
Creation - To indulge the essence of the undefinable, that lofty space where ideas burst into existence; become real. The journey to leave an artifact suffused with a sense of oneself.
Compassion - Enrichment of those with whom paths cross; melded with a willingness to aid, and support beyond what is mere courtesy.
Each ethos in itself cannot be view in isolation. Moreover, all are intrinsically linked. Sharing of a symbiosis that enables wholesome attributes to shine to the fore. Likewise, their more heinous brethren are tempered with prudence, and acknowledged as a necessary part.
So without artifice or iota of regret; the path ahead awaits, ready to be trodden.
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