So here, we go down. We spiral. A little too much taste
of one flavor creates an unbalanced mind. Rather than reactant, let's become
proactive. Let's reacquaint ourselves with the many pots in which your hands
caress. What is the warmth? The texture and the temperance? Are there any new
cracks to report? Discolorations?
See i ought to feel guilty for the indulgence. But
thankfully, i have a few hours here left to my own disconnected devices, for
which i may define a few resolutions, resolutions about being less resolute, if
you can imagine. I have proceeded to do as i saw fit. I explored, i played, i
selfishly relished and revelled, and was careful to care for a few little in
betweens in the meantime. I am not the age of the life i live, and despite my
incessent dedication to pretending i am, i will continue to cheerfully profess
my youth when it suits.
I need not make any immense decisions or rationales, in
fact, i really shouldn't during this time of imbalance. Why not breathe. Why
not rest your mind. Why not dwell and let mind wander. Talk out loud, ask for
council. Take stock of your emotions, write them down even. But don't pound
your gavelling fist onto the wood and demand rushing change on the behalf that
you disliked that one moment, of which, was massed with too much of something,
or not enough of another. Instead determine a route in which your ingredients are
balanced in proper.
