In the beginning or in the end, a dip is due. A shift necessary in the perception, the night needs to turn to day, the joy must end in order for it to resurface later on in the week. Love defines hate in relationships that persist. And we must keep ripping our muscles to build them up. It’s the rules, the properties that keep us developing, making us stronger and going forward. We need the heavy rains to replenish the land, just we need the sun to dry It out to pull at our structures and create growth.

So our people go to war, while we sabotage ourselves and the fruits of our labor by wasting the most precious resource of time what we have left. We fight others instead of ourselves, what better way to move the blame. A myriad of hypocritical ways rule the earth and we are pendulum that swings back and forth within it. On and off we go, like a revolving door, making progress in our own bits of the world. Bearing witness to a world that is also struggling and striving, one that is also being beaten down and worked and pruned and played with. 

I sit within it all and participate in the game. A pawn who does its best to not get taken off the board. crumbling infrastructure and schemes abound, our parents are getting older and frailer but this does not stop them from fighting. the kids feel the blunt of the force when parents quarrel, even if those parents are an analogy for countries or corporations we all fall under. how this came about is as mysterious as my heart beating or the words that surface in my mind.

have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it.

salvador dali