...Be as water, fluid and changing. Be like the air, wild and free...
...In the further silence...
I get so caught up in memories...mostly because my memory is my own, so I decide its composition. I chose the pretty bait for my trap, the thoughts that work with my design, and become ensnared.
Focusing on memories, I end up chasing shadows...skewed versions of present events based on emotions caused by recollection and nostalgia, two of the slumped figured piled upon my back.
My feelings come from behind, and then I look to the future with a set mind. I plan, and I work, plot and toil, tying strings and laying foundations.
The problem is, presently, the facts have been revised, last minute changes...alterations to the paperwork that I am not aware of, being so hind and fore visioned. My eyes don't wonder to the here and now unless I've a task to accomplish, such as constructing my future. I don't account for them because I'm not drawn to them and there's no one to bring it to my attention, because I've discovered I work alone. I work alone and with a huge blind spot.
Two hands working with old designs and different materials than they set out with...not too productive.
It seems that instead of building a home, they have built a trap. I consistently corner myself because I look to the past, refuse to accept the present, and undeniably work alone rather than with a partner.
All the plans in the world will do you no good without a companion to lighten the load and the sight to adapt to the present.
The future is malleable, though it takes more than two hands to mold.
Be adaptable and hold no grudges. Be as water, fluid and changing. Be like the air, wild and free.
I'm spent.
-Guppy
I get so caught up in memories...mostly because my memory is my own, so I decide its composition. I chose the pretty bait for my trap, the thoughts that work with my design, and become ensnared.
Focusing on memories, I end up chasing shadows...skewed versions of present events based on emotions caused by recollection and nostalgia, two of the slumped figured piled upon my back.
My feelings come from behind, and then I look to the future with a set mind. I plan, and I work, plot and toil, tying strings and laying foundations.
The problem is, presently, the facts have been revised, last minute changes...alterations to the paperwork that I am not aware of, being so hind and fore visioned. My eyes don't wonder to the here and now unless I've a task to accomplish, such as constructing my future. I don't account for them because I'm not drawn to them and there's no one to bring it to my attention, because I've discovered I work alone. I work alone and with a huge blind spot.
Two hands working with old designs and different materials than they set out with...not too productive.
It seems that instead of building a home, they have built a trap. I consistently corner myself because I look to the past, refuse to accept the present, and undeniably work alone rather than with a partner.
All the plans in the world will do you no good without a companion to lighten the load and the sight to adapt to the present.
The future is malleable, though it takes more than two hands to mold.
Be adaptable and hold no grudges. Be as water, fluid and changing. Be like the air, wild and free.
I'm spent.
-Guppy