The Cycle

"....Every Man Thinketh His Burden is the Heaviest..." - Bob Marley

Wonders abound, opportunities run rife but there is no fire to spur action to take advantage, take charge, grab hold of my pieces of this Life.

Confusion...
It should be easy to clutch at straws, place emphasis on day to day life......see the out provided....grow up, but....
Comfort comes in the written word but this area of rest you recognise, is detrimental to the process. The dust trail behind is littered with bits and pieces of former iterations of self, yet still there is no motivation. The problem to be solved is constant disappointment with the persistent deprivation of clarity, and this opens the mind to possibilities.
Misinterpretations...
Naturally ensue.....weaving sub realities which can be used to advantage. Self induced favourable perspectives stir action and the destruction of resolutions begins....erroneously.....temptation diminishes drive for victory in the war.......then practicality, lucidity, doing the right thing are overuled.
Situations...
Change and proximity, of necessity, is reduced to a room....claustrophobia sets in....stifled sentiment flows to the surface and essential error is in the offing.
Falling...
With blurred focus, harm is committed........momentary relief transforms quickly however into grief.......resolutions are effected again....eventually.
Patience.....
Pursued but Lost
Realisation...
It is an unacceptable situation....energy is retsored to fight.......hope for better is forever the goal......a better being to be......a stronger iteration of self is born.......sustaining this form is a requirement......until