distraction, the art of it. clearly i am the master of an undecided super sub-category. a pro when it comes to dodging, avoiding and procrastinating. old news. i shall refuse nonetheless to be placed at the level of weaklings as i am not one, you see. the close proximity undoubtedly will deprive me of my clean air. or at the very least, deprive me of my imagination of clean air.
justifications. they are abundant. plentiful, if you dont get the former. words are merely words and there are no rules strong enough to prevent formations, in the head, or whispered slowly. there will always be loop holes to work with or around either way up and down. twisting and turning to suit whichever best, to win the situation, to stand up for pride. what others see as, well honestly, justifications if they are less judgmental. or excuses if they are straight up direct and don't really think much of you. i like that in a person, really. daunting. i get nauseated by clear-cut individuals who are really in-duh-viduals. most of the time i bear with it and tend to observe though.
dont we have to agree, it all comes down to one thing that really does count in the end.
willingness.
the courage to burst your own bubble once in a while,
amidst bursting others'. because, let's admit this, it's just as vital.
to make us feel better about ourselves, that is.
now go ahead and have your justifications on a silver platter.
we'll have that for dinner.
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