settling in silent serenity

[mrtibbles]

It is weird. It's strange. I'm moving in and out of the mundane. Cognitive limitation at my fingertips. By not overanalysing, I'm keeping up. I haven't reached the boundaries, but see now that I decide where they are set, entering a new meta-level. It seems as if I've been here before, and I realise it can change once more - unnoticed - into something beautiful, or terrifing. I choose not to let it, decide not to make it so, realising that I don't care about evaluation or true meaning. Of course I still do, but the search can't keep me from the eye of the tornado. I'm too happy with the things as they are and want to enjoy it. Like (and with) you.

It's not settling for less; it's searching for superiority... over oneself.