We were promised strength and yet our roads converge on despair
I guess I get some kind of small perverse comfort in the routine of lifting.
Routine that distracts from the flitting, inconsequential thoughts we all have. Perhaps peace can be found in embodying ceaseless mechanism rather than despairing on the whims of the heart, and dreams of the spirit. A rock falls when it's shunted off a cliff; how would it do otherwise, and why should it. My unhappiness comes from thinking I am beyond the falling rock. Peace cannot be found in the wailing of a ghost, or the opposing rabid desires of a beast.
Ignore your flowing tears and embrace the stillness of the lake below. We will be here for a long time.
Routine that distracts from the flitting, inconsequential thoughts we all have. Perhaps peace can be found in embodying ceaseless mechanism rather than despairing on the whims of the heart, and dreams of the spirit. A rock falls when it's shunted off a cliff; how would it do otherwise, and why should it. My unhappiness comes from thinking I am beyond the falling rock. Peace cannot be found in the wailing of a ghost, or the opposing rabid desires of a beast.
Ignore your flowing tears and embrace the stillness of the lake below. We will be here for a long time.