
Coping with life’s bitchass attitude was never the most enjoyable.. But the facet of life, vulnerability, is impeccable. When both your hands are tied and there’s nothing you can do, when you’re so stuck – not just physically – living through what is inescapable will either render or toughen you. You will either fall apart or you’ll get your shit together, but the previous is easier, it requires less energy, less effort; it comes unpretentiously. Giving in is the easiest, but not the best choice..
It is the problematic dilemma of getting accustomed to conditions unapproved by the self, but followed like a chip implanted in humanity, approving or unquestioned in its accuracy and satisfactoriness. Realization takes place yet on other panels and other times, when everything is about to come together in a viable, conditioned, unearthly response. Resolutions are hard to find as they rarely come straight to us. But our answers are there..sometimes they’re put right in front of our eyes. Like words put together in an unmannered fashion, unrecognizable in meaning, and without a destination. Life is an occasional bastard, but there’s a beauty behind every lesson it gives.
ALWAYS BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN..