What we see, we see. There is no going back. Tumultuous imaginings requires us to be ever vigilant and yet we are quite relied upon to full fill our duty to sleep. Gazing upon our slumber we are yet to produce results and yet here we are, encompassing all that is - at least is seems so.
Never to regret nor forget a past that has no bearing, we ride headlong into a future expecting that nothing changes. If real change were upon us we would run like hell and yet here we are, stationed in our servitude and remaining constant. There is no way out if there ever were an ‘out’ to begin with.
Temptations are but little tugs and pulls on the fishing line as we exciting attempt to reel in the catch of the day. As we come face-to-face with the fact that the ‘catch’ is nothing but, we change the attention line so that we shall survive. It’s all a matter of choice of course but appearances is what we are after and in so display our peacock feathers we strut with confidence knowing that all will see us in our full glory. Why doubt the facts.
We are what we are, there is no denying that. But in coming full circle there is so much more to the story. There is so much more that must be encompassed in order for understanding to come to the fore. Sometimes we relish expectation and at other times we run like hell. This is one of those times.
iIt all comes out in the wash.
The question is, what will it take to reach the new highs of one’s grandiose imaginings. What will it take to accentuate that which is completely obvious to all but one’s self. It’s not about the skeletons in the closet, it’s about how we hide in that very same closet and pretend that we are but amidst the collection.
Hiding in plain site takes on a new meaning.