Lately it's been a bit hard to find the words to put to these posts, but that's just the rolling nature of life. It's bound to happen in a long term cross section of experience, as we can't make them all winners. I suppose the best we can ever do is implicit in the doing, thanks to all the aspects intrinsically linked to one's ability to do.
As the tide rises and falls, so the ebb of growth and experience finds new ways to excite, and suppress. I'm reminded that there's no telling what will come, and I surprise myself. Sometimes the most expected outcome appears unexpectedly to reveal the undertow of our expectations.
The obfuscation of anything useful and relevant is the point of this distraction. It appears to be all I'm capable of when reality fails to provide a realistic recurrence of theme and purpose. The bottom drops out and despite the learned knowledge of a return to form, there is no recourse.
Sometimes everything conspires to exaggerate the conspiracy of the world's never ending tragedy. Half way done, with nothing but failed achievements and endeavours paving the road toward birth.