A longing for things past. What a curious sentiment it is. What unusual things we attach ourselves to, hold onto. Would it be a stretch to say that much of what we long for also holds us back. It is an anomaly of proportions unknown. We long for things past. We hold onto these things as if they were of tangible breadth. Yet we fail to see that lingering in the tendency of yesterday holds us back from stepping into the very things we work towards. We pave paths for ourselves and toil in the struggle. Yet it is the very things right in front of our eyes, the thoughts we linger in day to day…which put us right back where we began. Then, one must question how is it possible to escape such thoughts. Perhaps they are intrinsically mingled in our souls fibers. These threads of yesterday that weave the web of question for tomorrow. The thread that shelters us, but ultimately asphyxiates the air of changes. Nostalgia in all its glory, may be often an exercise in futility. Frivolous banter within the mind of which we have been accustomed, by ourselves. We feed this gargoyle of grace to remind ourselves the world is a habitable place. To gain some sense of pliancy in a breakable reality.
Wistfulness has its place, when one realizes that it must float as far as it sinks.
Life is but a coil that winds you up into seemingly endless tunnels of enigmas towards belief. There is an inner point where one must connect…only to find there in another coil immediately in view.
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