Merry All, friends. Christmas, too ;) A few more days and we'll know the season's score, full price we paid, and all the gains we got. A bit of sweet in the bitter, kitsch 'n' class, a bit of fluff in the tough, raw rough around the polished edges, a bit smoother closer to the core of things that matter, it surely didn't lack neither form or essence, not too bad, not too good ... I enjoyed it, the whole messy lot of it, all along with all the struggles, and hard bites I took. A few broken teeth do not crack the skull, thou. Maybe I tried too hard not to try too hard, and I gotta admit, it didn't work for me. This was the 1st and the last time I took the challenge to 'wait it out'. Wait it out, weigh it out, at some point, I got my scales broken and thrown away. I lost ground, I lost vision, I lost the whole point, taken by the tides of time, washed away. A fragmented, broken flotsam. This is how I'm ending this season, by picking up the pieces. Reverse engineering, from selfless to just a little bit more selfish, this time around. This year surely had more than few walls too thick even for an angry ram like your's truly. A year of Softening, maturation, acceptance and inclusiveness, a year of compromises, wisdom, and more subtle aspects of power. Power with, not power over. Hard-won blessings. Decapitating and empowering realization that insight itself is not a collectible to be endlessly pursued and stockpiled, but a tool to be used in real time, to chisel one's way to the mellow golden heart of the moment. That it's about efficiency, harmony, not depth for the sake of depth. One is actualized selfless intent, the other just a masturbatory act. It was a field test par excellence, an exercise in honesty, humility, patience and tenderness. Everyone survived, no harm done, which is a great prize all by itself. And it was fun. Just not enough of it. We took our time for granted, gambled hard, wasted a lot. A lot of glitter, just gone. Won't happen again. I served well, now I'm done for a while, out and about to plunder hard and share some, vigilantly. The world didn't give up on me, and my mission for 2018 is to return a favor, wholeheartedly. To Self, and everyone else.
Know what you're at, friends. We have no time to lose on wishful wanderlust. It's a no good, selfish, cold and futile pursuit. Keep it close, keep it warm, hold it tight, but tenderly, don't choke it. Who we are to one another, is all we are to everything. Merry All, and keep it overtly festive and at least thrice as holy, in the heart of every moment of the forthcoming cycle of seasons. Keep it mysterious rather than dramatic, since to revere was always a more fruitful choice than to be afraid.
jacobvanloon
titsay
dailybridgerton
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