This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
We have covered it up with layers of our successful ineptitudes, and left its wealth to be discovered by the unsuspecting. This every day that leads us to the fields to graze and till, for lack of choice and profit is a sick joke. We turn the wheel following the luxury cheese, and are no longer mindful of the possible snags. We have absorbed them into our lives, the obvious mistakes and ridiculous enterprises. Our pace has grown steading, our mind steady/hazy and all we do is churn. “I shouldn’t say that”, “I shouldn’t do that”, “Stay in your grass and chew!”, this is the mentality. Even though we are all thinking of something other than what we are doing together, wonderful things no matter how treacherous. “Yes Bob, I had a blast this weekend, and might I say you are one hell of a golfer.” What did that profit anyone? “Yes Bob, you have confirmed your douchieness to me, and not only do I find you essentially repulsive. I can barely forgive you for your presence.” Profiteering at its finest! All gain in either direction. Gain with the trickling of thoughts that mature over time, to blossom realization, and appreciation for action without thought. Countered by the sincere satisfaction of birthing a conqueror in you, and remembering his birth long into the winter. However, this enrichment rarely takes place, and honestly enrichment should always be rare. The steaks and burgers are spooked when the cocktail arrives to wash away their taste. Each onlooker witness to this delectable conflict analyzes the envy they can’t quite fathom, ending with familiar air of judgment. You damn liars! You could feel the energy pulsing in your veins and could not look away, because that is what sparks us. Never will we exalt mediocrity, unless this ruse benefits the exalter. The moments we avoid and belittle…….when swords clash. Even the slain we mire with our insecurities, but they stood when standing was needed and were struck down as needed. Will you be so useful? All of us pretend to be the lone individualistic hero, but who wants to prove it. Who is so found to find satisfaction in being the sacrifice to make one worthy of our dreams? Who is honest enough to praise his murder for his skill with a blade, and be content personally for illuminating such a skill? Who is that dedicated to humanities profit? This is the artist’s master stroke, and all uniqueness that can be discovered with his brush. The paint will dry as paint does, regardless of how generous its application. But to create a masterpiece, we must first create the specs that dribbled off and hit the floor, and still love the painting. With this there is no winner to our conflicts, and solely conflict. Think of the limits we should breach! The water is already rippling, why tread lightly?