Things often spiral out of control like you can only know what is about to happen if it already happened. A grain of sand, a speck of dust, the fluidity of water, you can only observe these things once they accumulated much density for us to see, touch, or feel.
I deliberately think of these small things. These minuscule things that make a difference, a difference we didn't even think were possible until it's deemed desirable. Â Living in this world has been an experience of countermeasures and drawbacks. Â Problems that we endure and learn, solutions that we crave, and soon attain. How can someone be certainly satisfied with the life they're living in? Is the life you're living has been set for you or by you?
These thoughts are jumbled up inside of my skull, staying there, remaining unanswered, or maybe we already know the answer, we're just not thinking about it too much. Results vary from people to people. Perhaps my perspective isn't enough...
"What you up to?" My sister asked while placing a cup of warm brewed coffee in my small framed computer desk.
"Nothing, just writing a post for my MIL subject."
