No matter what you do, as long as you do it, it helps.
Inaction is the antithesis of creation. It might be appropriate sometimes, to do nothing. Yet how would one might otherwise develop?
Persistence, however stubborn one might be in its use, is not a means of forgetting. Achieving that end would require more than tearing yourself apart every single time in the rain or when stashing your emotions in such a way that you create messy piled-up rows and columns, just like all the paperwork you're forced to do on a Friday evening instead of going out for coffee or drinks at the pub just around the block. The means is only justifiable by its end, as long as individuals are willing to submit into a series of sacrifices. Should they, though?
What I'm trying to conceive, in the simplest of all forms, is the inevitability of human development and potential. We are who we are, in the sense that we shape ourselves the way we want, the way we feel at a particular circumstance.
Truly, this self-subconscious memento of ignorance we might sometimes find ourselves in, is an illusive concept in which we are subjected into by claiming that "I cannot succeed/I am not good enough/I have failed/I am a joke". This recklessness only drives for sorrow and misery; a negativity which roots in danger and neglect. For free beings to come to self-realisation, they must first accept and acknowledge any obstacles they might find in their journey. Yet to solely accept such impediments is never enough; one must go beyond their limitations and crumble old pre-defined frontiers to dust.
Nothing limits us, unless we set the limits and rules ourselves.
No one should impose their will on our sovereignty, unless we let them in on purpose.
Even so, when should it all stop?
In no possible way could we ever reach perfection. No matter how many times people might claim that this is a rational and inevitable process which requires our strong-willed motivation and persistence, it remains a post-theoretical dream.
Dreaming of perfection is unnatural and depressive, especially when you keep on failing and getting struck by the realisation that nothing is perfect.
Improvement, on the other hand, is withing reach, and striving for improvement is of the purest and noblest virtues left in this world. Without this, we are mere flesh and bones. Emotions might be important too, in some aspect, though being dominated by emotions and desires traps us in a vortex or a downward spiral, as I prefer to call it, and it is downward because it brings upon our demise.
"Celui qui oublie le passé est condamné à le répéter" ~George Santayana
Unfortunately, people are manipulated and keep on moving backwards. There are ups and downs in a slope, this is unquestionable. I, myself, have encountered such perils multiple times, often laying flat on the ground under the impression that "This is it; the end is here". And just a moment before the trigger is pulled, just split-seconds before the barrel lights it up into the chamber to plant the bullet into flesh, I realise I am more than flesh and bones. I am a human being. No, I am not "chickening out" of Death. I will, one day, find myself in Death's sweet embrace and I admit it, this will be a voluntary procedure. I am my own master. I am sovereign. I am strong.
