At the risk of sounding utterly philosophical (the ambiguity of which I scorn):
Some talk of methodology and adhere to it, fearing the unknown.
Some talk of keeping to constants, and scorn the outer core.
Some refrain from saying – they remain quiet but not quiescent.
Some find a way around with their socks firmly on; they do not compromise, nor do they blatantly agree.
Some sputter ideals into the polluted air but fail to retrieve them – to plant so they may grow.
Some prefer to analyze with bemusement and will get there when they can.
Some chase after things halfway, but earnestly concede defeat.
Some prefer to work uncomplainingly, letting the hurt fly in passivity.
Some hunch over with the burden of responsibility, remaining stoic and resistant – become bluntly passionate when provoked.
Some chase philosophies and mantra to repeat and digest and repeat, but into what fruition?
Some keep smiles on tired faces and prefer to follow the choppy seas.
Some are indignant and astute, but fall into the ordinary at the end of the day, their shield swallowed dry.
And I?
I take all this in, and follow the wind. Fate leads the way, and I am the active passenger.
Labels: contentions, self-reflections