V for Verity
…And the problem is choice.
I simply cannot decide if being here is worth the additional patience and endurance that is necessary.
I’m trying, with increasing vigilance, to discern my ups from my downs. On the emotional playground of life, I’m trying not to get stuck on the mood swings. I've been adjusting to whatever has been thrown my way, particularly the acts I perform with no trace of a safety net. Throughout this performance, i've held some ideal (be it faith, hope, charity, etc.) as the muscle behind my ability. These days I face fatigue while finding significance in each day. I'm no longer fulfilled simply by making someone smile. I require more meaning to this life that i'm leading.
Whatever “keg o’ faith” I resembled as a younger man, I feel this party is winding down as I’m almost tapped out. Like a narrative with no speaker, a road with no name, or an LJ entry without tiresome literary devices - I’m feeling like something is clearly absent.