Thought #170

You’ve got a clear run, the wind in your sails, the breeze at your back, the gods on your side – all is well.

Or perhaps you just feel like you’re able to get work done, because most things are in place.

Yet it’s not the case.

The run is blocked, the wind is prone to drop, the breeze turns into a headwind, and the gods spurn your offerings.

All in a matter of moments.

In times like this, double down on yourself and build twice as hard.
Run through obstacles, row your boat, pedal through rain, wind, up gradients, and find gods that align with your vision.

After all, there’s a reason for the mayhem, the madness, for in it, you build yourself up as well.
With each mental blow, each cry for Araghast, each shed tear, comes a normalization, along with a realization that in the end, until it is truly brick and mortar, it is still a house of cards, and that deals are not deals until they are closed.

Some lessons may be bitter, but they are always lessons, and learning is progress.

Onwards.
Upwards.
Forever.

Thought #169

Further on time – it is the water that smooths the clay of memory that we mould through experience.

Left to its own devices, time erases all traces.
Working with it, it is possible to reshape those memories, to view them in different ways.

Thought #168

This is a hard one to type out/contextualize.

In essence, the base resource we are given is time. We can choose where to invest that time.
As more time is provided, past investments get diluted out – because they’re now a smaller % of the total time given.
The only way to prevent dilution is to keep investing time into the investments you want to maintain.

This applies to relationships, hobbies, interests, education.
Time dilutes everything.

Note to self: Arguably it is experience rather than time, which we invest/dilute – because time is just a base resource – it needs to be converted into something. Experience and memory is what we recall. Need to refine this further.

Thought #167

In dust I trust
for from ashes and dust
I rise anew.

To feel,
flit between thought and real,
timeless moments of peace to steal
in order to recover, to heal.

To build,
to gather a crew,
sail into a storm
to take on new challenges
that break us down
for in break-down
there is a chance to build-up
and then we are re-born.

From dust comes life.
From life comes dust.
Yet even though in it I trust
I feel I must
this cycle break.

Then
I may live longer
go further, faster
see things of which I have never dreamed
yet I must be mindful
of thoughts and feelings
congealed.
For even circuits
can be altered, overloaded
and steel, at times,
into rust, corroded.

Flesh or steel
it does not matter
onwards upwards
forever in pursuit
of the constantly better.