the winds go one way, the rain falls or the drought persist, our yearning one way or the other does little. waking and wanting to feel a purpose or happiness, wanting to feel love and yearning for it to matter means little in the fields of energy moving to and fro. our phones either ring or not, the text come, the eyes meet, the opportunity surfaces or it does not. we are climbing up or down at all times and hoping for the best.

we wake feeling tired, excited…then do our best to harness the day. placing opportunities and people in our schedules, like preparing a meal, we attempt the perfect recipe for a perfect day. one filled with all the things we need in life. happiness, meaning, a sense of purpose and the coins necessary to keep it all moving. we try to keep the fields alive, free from vermin, we try to keep our house in tact. outside, the storms are building, decay everywhere and danger abound, yet we venture out regardless-collecting the necessary parts to make it all.

this is going on in all of us. each one you pass on the way to work, sit next to at dinner, correspond with at the store, is going through their own. worrying over a family member, the color of their urine, the money in their bank account, the hurt feelings their friend is postering with lately, the mold growing in their closet; each and everyone of us. sometimes the weather is perfect, the day flows without a flaw, but these days are spreading further apart. the immediate future is going to be cruel. que sera sera.

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