As I tepidly edged further into uncertainty, it occurred to me that I’d left the right jacket on the opposing coast.
A short time later I found myself not a-typically thrown into anxious disarray by The Collider. As I worked out a dosage of input to countermand my seemingly self-arranged state of chaos; I mused upon the similarities between my Mothers’ life and my own.
It seems strange to me the scope of that which we inherit, seems to be greater in breadth than what we generally stop to consider.
I’m lead to wonder how much of what I perceive, record and create makes sense; whether subjectivity is really valid armour.
How well will I handle the attainment of the things I desire, how well do I desire them and why? The balancing game is a trying one as far as I am concerned.
Perhaps I should spend less time speculative on bridges uncrossed, but; I’m more’an’a little tired of how disconcerted I feel by all this wait-and-see.
Though I’m nagged by the thought that perpetual stability too, seems frightening.