Living with time versus watching time go by. It’s no wonder I’m perceiving different relevancies (or is it relativities?).

Acquiescent to anxieties to leave my current situation towards some next instant gracelessly interrupts any grounds for stability and sagaciousness. 

Mirror in my mind, is my vitality lessening? I make myself believe I’m stronger than I really am. I expect a fully birthed concept immediately upon conception. It’s a depiction of…impatience. I’m forgetting everything I fought to learn of myself;

Be a model of confidence and discipline to step back and breathe, to see that

“Impatience is an argument with reality.” – Rick Rubin.

Bridge forth a meaning using every complete enough step to take towards…currency. 

“Life We Rent but Love is Rent Free.” – Sault. 

Maintain a passion for creativity by obscuring the lines between what can and will never be, like a type of metaphoric myopia. 

“What would a sentence look like that didn’t follow a formula?” – Zadie Smith. 

Shift the focus towards what to ground identity and intention in, for some build of proper fortitude precedes all great fortunes. Fortuitously timed and minded with patience, this purposive pressure revitalizes the urge to live. So let the beats build and take less than you give. 

The message lies between each moment. But betwixt such narrow pools of near pure imprudent thought, is it not only a matter of time until some combine to form reactions of combustible ends as fire means to gasoline? Is this what you wished for and hoped to incur?

Sometimes it’s only a restless and hungry mind trying to manufacture momentum so it doesn’t have to sit still in presumed stagnancy. But stillness is not stagnation, it’s a calibration returning to its center. You don’t need to kindle every theory to feel alive, only to remain present enough to determine which deserve oxygen and which ignite internal anarchy.