Fortuity or Coincidence

The longer view, not the shortest route...

Panic should now be gripping tight; its jagged claws biting deep, bleeding the hope. Yet seeds that were sown may have begun to flower and grow. 

Serendipity cast her gaze, endowing gifts unexpected but appreciated nevertheless. By chance, a twisting of fates reveals the truth lying dormant.

Opportunity. Risk. Possibility. All equal measures of an edifice which seems to both foretell and preside over my futures.

Be that as it may; he who heedlessly ventures within its embrace finds himself at odds with a leviathan that would drag him down to damnation. Or led astray by a profusion of immodest extravagances and innovations, so steeped in the ardor of arrogance.

Happenstance exemplifies my faith, supplemented by an altruistic sensibility not always  perceived by those who jump to conclusion's side. So thus, the fruit yet still unripe, can at least be weighed and counted.

Introspective Reason

The extrovert indulges introversion...

Dilapidation seems to infest body and mind for which sleep gives no respite. So thus questions fill the vacuum; ruminating on the nature of emotional appendage.

Scavenging through scattered memories of long forgotten moments. They too, like their subjects, displaying the wear and tear that time has inflicted on them. Yet this somehow ennobles them further, and adds an onerous sheen of poignancy.

The unexpected well of emotion is thus calmed by the application of that divine nectar of the south; fears that sparked begin to dwindle. No more to seek prophetic answers from the present, but instead forsake doubts which gnaw at my waking mind. To embrace all that I have, and all that I love.

This is deemed all the more auspicious by the weight of history I bring to the fore. The battle is not won. However this; the quintessential example, has faded to a mere rumour.

Beginnings, Riddles and Ends

On return from an arduous, yet gratifying pilgrimage; much is changed...

While I nurse the effects of the climb, many still have yet to reach the summit of their discord. Anguish seems instead to grow with each passing day. I stand helpless to comfort or heed the outcome for good or ill.

My escape is short lived; she by her fickleness strives still to gain purchase upon my thoughts. To blight an unblemished canvas. To entice once more into the abyss of confusion. Yet a precocious will to resist comes to the fore; in as much as I must forestall her schemes. If not, a lack of action shall willfully exacerbate to situation.

This more misanthropic hardness was needed; so virulent a myopia was it that I faced. Present with a potential as to render future plans implausible.

Though not all is dark; beginnings there are too. A fresh locale and depth of understanding; whereof little was previously purported to be so clear, now thus seems to shine with a fierce luminosity. We both at once in accord with the more esoteric nature of our bond.

My innate rakish plumage still seeks to assert its dominance, to the point of unwanted attraction. But there is no motivation to follow through, for I am content and I am loved.

Emotional Malware: A Relationship Trojan Horse

Familial ties were thus bonded this weekend past...

Still required were the usual parlor tricks. Nonetheless a gladdening outcome achieved and further elated by flattering hopes. Strife has however befallen those dear to me; embroiled in trials of the heart from which no countenance can alleviate so great a sorrow.

More compounded this is by my own reoccurring shadow from the past, which seeks to subsume the present-day. I should not tarry with this aberration from reason, but simply cast it from my thought.  Nevertheless, my kinder character has now it seems become my foe and is powerless to sanction this course. Reason must be weighed with recollection and a symmetry discovered.

To take in this vessel so filled with dysfunction, would be folly. Like the people of Troy peering out upon their gift. Should I burn down this effigy for fear of the jeopardy within?

All intertwines with the fleeting loss of my beloved. I realise now the gravity of my sentiment. For I would have all know; I seek nothing more than to look upon her, discern her breath and feel the warmth.



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.