Trifecta

These are the wakeless hours. Those between impending darkness and the even greater threat of renewed light.

Is it for better or worse to always yearn for the fruits of a tree out of reach? Better to keep striving for improvement, for what is inherently more desirable. Better, I dare say, to never be content for fear of sedation and the dread of what lies behind a wall whose bricks are regrets and mortar is the days we wasted not climbing towards that higher branch for that perfect specimen of existence. A door without a key, the contents of which drive one to their wit's end with the simple temptation of a world so different from the one we have grown to loathe, and the access to which could have been found within an experience we did not pursue or an opportunity that was left unexploited. Turn your eyes upward daily, and gaze upon the clouds and stars and dreams which are strangled quicker than they ascend towards those lofty heavens. Havens of ancient wishes and wrinkled wants, the places above us are a respite for all that we do not yet know, and thus must be explored.

Cut the bull shit and the language used so poorly to describe such plain ideas. Simply put, we spend too much of our time (that is, all of our time) in an ultimately futile attempt to figure out what we have done was what we wanted to do next. And when, after too long searching, do manage to figure out exactly what it is we want to achieve, we are so definitely wrong. Simple, and yet disheartening, it is a gift to find consolation in fleeting moments strung together to make the time for which life is remembered and appreciated. Optimism is a great thing to feign.

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