An illicit start to a week preeminently bound by stress...
So ebbs my candour, ridden deep with the callousness of doubt. Fated to rub back and forth against my resolve; eroding vital skin, left open to the moist chill of subdued expectation.
Can we ever truthfully discern prosperity or success? Must it always be outside, gazing in through the window upon the warm hearth within.
Impermanent isolation; ever to be the lasting choice of those jaded by the blade of bitter memory. Consolation found only in the expectancy of future calm.
So thus honesty walks in step with vulnerability, a wearisome couple propped up by one another's strengths. At times faltering; but never to fall.
A symbiosis of the aggrieved, locked together in divine reciprocity.
Prosperity welcomed in from the cold...
An auspicious meeting of circumstance and diligence. The easing of hardy times swept through with the changing of season.
Alas short-lived was the favourable concourse. Diversity again to show the duplicity of her nature. Dividing the stream, water racing off, indirect and wasteful. Control, only really an abject fallacy.
In its stead, a recklessness of focus, barely above the surface of the torrent. This all with no soothsayer to foretell outcome or allude to a course through which events may travel. The mere implication of blame fruitless, self destructive.
For those who failed to recite their secret, a more altruistic approach would have bred support rather than mistrust.
So emerges a silent predicament from the lurking shadows. A need to regain a rhythm, unescorted by static predictability.
This now drives my thought.
A martial force for experimentation, propels it's will upon the mundane...
None can counter this advance, nor should wish to. For in it's wake tread the garrisons of much desired growth. Too long has success in the wrong places governed, unchallenged. Nascent ideas now emerging need room to flourish within the dictatorship of relative prosperity.
Moreover, walks through degradation rekindle the knowledge that there are those more bereft of hope than I. Caught in a desperate spiral from which escape is nigh on impossible.
In truth even my most ardent doubters appear eerily silent. Seemingly gone are the days when incredulity reigned supreme. Every inch fought for, with tooth and nail; now no more the case.
It is within this perversely inverted scene I find myself anticipating the next chapter. Knowing with certainty my aesthetic zenith still to be distant. This being a sign of hope. Many roads to explore, and self evidently more wonderful errors to make.
How fitful I have become of late...
As though a spectre unperceived, but ill hearted, gnaws at my being. The straightforward traverse of the day intermittently disrupted by the potholes of distraction.
Thrown off course so readily as to prevent the accomplishments set out by oneself. Minuscule advances, overshadowed by the force of a fluctuating focus, perpetually driving concentration further askew.
This fragmentary recourse seemed unwilling to wane, or even momentarily release its grip on purposefulness. So, floating between various states of un-beneficial uselessness; My futile attempts to steer towards aspiration, are undermined with breath taking speed.
The Progressive transformed to The Fruitless.
Nevertheless, self-flagellation will achieve naught, and will only open the door of another day to this probable menace. Instead it must be firmly bolted and sealed, so that it's reek will no longer infect, and it's reach will not touch.
Paradoxically, the city beckons; with interruptions of a varied hue. These are to be shared and embraced. Fresh must be the start, for the new day to flourish.
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.
