You can’t be you, even at half capacity.
Being tired, regularly, will take its toll.
Is it worth it?
The constant force to achieve something
with rush and swift eagerness hoping to inspire impeccable execution amongst my peers.
Being exhausted, way below intended expectation without being noticed;
can I still be Me even when I’m at a loss, unable to exactly compose where I’m at to you?
I’m always there to get the job done, and getting better at doing it with each go.
Against what odds though?
Will it remain worth it?
5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
Being driven this far, empty handed with nothing but words on show
their hidden meaning anyway lost within them letters.
What am I striving to uncover, with hopes to share comprehension?
How can I keep threading on whilst carrying a void within my entirety?
Is being at least aware of it, a good start?
Getting lost with curious questions; as always, my kryptonite.
In my youth, it awoke inside my mind;
something(s) happened from the distant, then, and in between.
The love-lust for knowledge and the hunger for discovery;
I laid my own trap, and I’m unabashedly ashamed that I was so easily snared.
Are we up for another adventure to seek the truth in this?
So far, it’s all been a mere scratch.
Being a wee-bit tired has it’s advantages to enforce unplanned detours to escape,
unwillingly.
Repercussions numbed, hands emptied,
discoveries with overthinking often muddied by others.
Are our imperfections not the keys to unlocking what it means to be balanced with our inner selves?
Just imagine, You, imperfectly creating meaning within this world and its inhabitants;
adding value knowingly (or not), every where you go,
by merely existing.
30/10/2021 – edited 19/112021 – Fri – Perfectionist failing at a confession. (pt. 4)
Ruejean
){kind=link}