possibilities play tough with a vaguely competitive landscape...
possibilities linger around every corner and paint colors on my tongue every day. but are any of them truly possible? truly viable? achievable? acceptable? a manifestation of contentment and the evidence of drive and dedication? or are they all an exercise? or...to provoke you, reader, you precious single soul, do these possibilities simply beget endless questions of self?
today, boredom has revealed some rather pressing possibilities. with any great brain wave, the mingled tastes of freedom and fear swirl together...
these possibilities present themselves as a move forward hiding regression inside. i have always felt the need to move forward, move on, up, away, into the abyss, and have feared the settled existence of guarantees and repetitive responsibility. but i am beginning to see faint glimpses of meaning and happiness in bits of regression, in bits of admitting when it becomes ok to stay still, to drift back ever-so-slightly.
to move forward, must we look back?
images, inevitably stolen from my favorite thiefs : haw-lin
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