at one point or another, you cite the chance for an interlude, to step away from the daunting thoughts that are beginning to roost at the back of your concentration like a parasitic contagion, feeding off your very actions and assessments. the notion would be just as apt as pacing out from a musty room just before engaging in an intense debate over somewhat ‘serious’ business. ‘just for some fresh air’ you surmise yourself with this thought, and then you would begin to map it all out with a clear and distinctive mind. it is not so much of the fear and the uncertainties which may in time present themselves, but more of the excitement and the exhilaration that is rupturing from the inside, this was how you perceived the trails and tasks set before you.
as the world moves forward leaving some behind, you begin to observe with genuine admiration for those whose life unfolds before them like a stagnant tide. you look around and made sure that you are moving forward too, but begin to ponder if you had made substantial plans like them. occasionally you would pause at awe in the beauty of the tranquil stagnant tides that surround you, are they moving forward? an uncertainty looms in the air. feeling a little despondent, you can only observe them like a flower, for having strode along the lines of the laissez-faire attitude, you realize that you can never harvest your passions from the common spring. you begin to feel the melancholic air fill your lungs as you whiff in the first air of spring, thinking of closing your eyes for a minute to envisage yourself as them. for there’s no harm in a little daydream right? but as soon as you close them, rationality floods the pitch black canvas before you in unimaginable hues, forcing you to consider them like a grain of sand caught in the eye. your thoughts has influenced your words, and these words initiated your actions, and these very actions drove your habits, and the habits polished your character, and your character.. is becoming your destiny.
you begin to look at plans attempting to grasp that stagnant tide, but to no avail as you envision the etymological roots of the word ‘plan’ has its perspectives on the idea of drawing a sketch on a plane, derived from the latin word ‘planum’ and its notion lies obscurely on a two-dimensional stratum. you begin to cast back on how our lives revolve around the 4-dimensonal plane, and that progress to you is of as a cyclic model and not a linear one. have you gotten it wrong? you stop all doubts for it is crucial not to diminish the other two dimensions. time in particular is of your interest, for it does not lend itself to warnings or explanations and it simply is, when taken moment by moments, you would eventually come to realize that someone very important is also looking at the stars for answers together with you.