IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
Expectations artificialliving in an urban junglelonging for nature’s calm – time moves too swiftlybarely registerlet alone participate We are guests in our ownexpectation’s dysfunctionlicensed for depression a smorgasbord for abuseintentions mislaid,disappointment unavoidable The ego pretends to be openbut she’s an actress off cueplaying out a sentence – condemned to basicspraying to escapethis dystopian malfunction. (Image […]
I couldn’t agree more with you here!
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Wise words. Purpose in life is worth striving for.
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Thanks, Eugi!
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What a beautiful image. Patience. Trust. Purpose. A triumvirate worth striving for, even when it’s a struggle.
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Thanks Andrea!
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Oh I do hope so. 🙂
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Very true VJ. Beautiful image.
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Indeed! And if we stick around enough years we’ll likely discover additional purposes, callings. Some surprises!
Fantastic image – the colors strike me as “Spring”, which – like purpose – will reveal itself in time. Patience, patience …
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That’s the good thing about life – the surprises. We had a peak of Spring yesterday with milder temps, but snow is back today, sigh.
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Yes, and hopefully that purpose will always be shifting as we grow.
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Amen!
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Wise words. I would add that patience takes time to cultivate. We’re certainly not born with it!
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Isn’t that the truth!
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🙂
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