Onward in a circle

    The mind wavers in the sunken, withered face of fatigue.  Shake off the unfortunate creation of time and nature. These abhorrent maladies perpetrating violence on self-possession.  Understand the scope of life and do not let momentary ripples of emotion change the outcome of the universe. There is no hope for the universe, nor for any of us, but we can pretend the outcomes we influence really matter. What is more inspiring than clinging to the delusion that we matter in the slightest?

    Control what is in your power. Your actions shape the world. Maybe only in the most miniscule, laughable way but the impact is felt by those deemed most important in the mind creating the reality. 

    Sleep now and know a night free from life, and free from the realities corrupting the fantasy that is displayed before our eyes each day.

    Destiny is not a pathway that leads to sanity. Maybe reality will show mercy and reveal a life worth living. Maybe the chemicals in your brain will make you believe everything is fine. One can hope.

     I will rest. I need my strength to struggle in the present, while simultaneously residing in the past and future. A wraith mourning things which do not currently exist. The world transforms. Let me understand for once that I can change just a little of it.