Lives are somewhat like pinwheels. They spiral continuously without any true direction. Wind helps movement, but when it fades, they are still...silent without motion until the draft picks up again.
That seems to be my current state: no wind. No movement. But unlike the pinwheel, I push for movement, against the stiffness of what simply is. Against the constraints of this what seems to be mental confinement. I refuse to accept such a thing. In an attempt to resolve this stasis, I've decided to preoccupy myself at least five hours daily with something both constructive and productive. The fruits of my multiple efforts of course shall be linked here.
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