In the Right Direction..?
Acknowledging the reality that the catalyst for my own disposition was myself, is not only correct on my behalf, but pertinent to my progression. Usually, feeling the common intangible urge to fall inadvertently into the trappings of pinning the cause on some other mitigating factor I had no part in controlling was viscerally palpable. Somehow, I invoked keen concentration and intense effort solely to disregard the idea, eschewing it entirely. Honestly, acting as if that werent fact would be wholly disingenuous.
If I continued along the misleading path which lacked self-awareness, I easily could have assuaged the conflict embedded within my conscience to maintain the stagnation I vigorously despised. For nearly a year it had become second nature to do so -- discarded simply as if it were a written letter never to be read -- under the pretense nonchalance. Yet, even with this under my comprehension, I couldn't abstain my appetite for alteration of this life I had consistently led with aloof alertness and dormant desire to attain a certain level of achievement.
Since that day I chronicled this epiphany in a succinct summary weeks back, I have mounted a retort to the dull, mundane existence that has enveloped my life like molasses-thick sludge in a bayou swamp. I have ascertained that it would be in the best interests of those who surround me and rely on my welfare, as well as myself to mentally discredit my previous approach and burrow a new road to travel.
Hopefully this realization will conjure up a change as detrimental toward my betterment as my conundrum laden antiquated ways. This surging, incendiary burst of will power and care has already begun to evoke a reminiscent feel akin to the days when smiles were frequent and vibrant, and the road to the goals ahead has signs aplenty pointing in the correct direction. I strenuously desire to frequent that sense of fulfillment once more; to visit those old roads where vision was clear and obstacles werent as obstinate as they've appeared.
If I continued along the misleading path which lacked self-awareness, I easily could have assuaged the conflict embedded within my conscience to maintain the stagnation I vigorously despised. For nearly a year it had become second nature to do so -- discarded simply as if it were a written letter never to be read -- under the pretense nonchalance. Yet, even with this under my comprehension, I couldn't abstain my appetite for alteration of this life I had consistently led with aloof alertness and dormant desire to attain a certain level of achievement.
Since that day I chronicled this epiphany in a succinct summary weeks back, I have mounted a retort to the dull, mundane existence that has enveloped my life like molasses-thick sludge in a bayou swamp. I have ascertained that it would be in the best interests of those who surround me and rely on my welfare, as well as myself to mentally discredit my previous approach and burrow a new road to travel.
Hopefully this realization will conjure up a change as detrimental toward my betterment as my conundrum laden antiquated ways. This surging, incendiary burst of will power and care has already begun to evoke a reminiscent feel akin to the days when smiles were frequent and vibrant, and the road to the goals ahead has signs aplenty pointing in the correct direction. I strenuously desire to frequent that sense of fulfillment once more; to visit those old roads where vision was clear and obstacles werent as obstinate as they've appeared.