#pure perspective

[parastitch]

[iamtheskysfoggydistortion-blog]

"...But otherwise, they'd have to wait for the rain to loosen the dirt." 3.18.13

So, I was thinking and I realized that with everything great, there is an equal amount of fear staring you down, like sun rays on a mirror. This fear is  undoubtedly blinded by a fulfilling Joy.

But looking at things through these kinds of windows, the ones with a filthy film of fear, can be unhealthy, not good to what matters.

It can give you a sharp pessimistic perspective on the things around one. The things one looks forwards to. The things one loves. If one were to gape with these eyes beforehand, it can leave them cringing and shaking. It can leave them sitting in a puddle of massive hate, pull them away from these things that they love,or this window can act as a shield to purely to prevent the wretched hurt and sorrow it'll drench a heart in . . . And then . . . there are those who live whole and go with the flow-this is where the glass shatters. These victims swim and wallow in the deep zealousness and greatness the joy brings in at the moment. See, here's where time strikes that low baritone pitched bell and pounds the newly welcomed members of pain into the dirt. Finding gold would be being able to wiggle themselves out. Lucky would finding a way to free your arms and dig themselves out with a shovel. But otherwise, they'd have to wait for the rain to loosen the dirt.