Reminiscence
January 12, 2021
Etching emotions onto paper tends to make them more tangible. It certainly does not put a weary mind to ease but words are a testament that whenever tribulations or seredipitous sensations arise, they are real. They can be conveyed for others to see.
Like the fool that life has molded me to be, I believe that writing will help my distress cease. Now, the circus shall commence.
Reminiscence is the best. No, I shall digress. It is a hideous beast donning a rosy hued dress.
It ensnares one within its honey coated vices and puts them to the test. Those face to face with its blue smile will feel no rest.
It invokes intense, illogical yearning into imbelices.
And it's so funny! Look at these glassy eyed sheep chasing after something they never had!
Reminiscence is not a form of preservation. It warps memories and morphs them to fit frivolous fantasies.
It is no way to cope with a crisis.
Each day is riddled with arduous meandering and mirages of hills upon plateaus. That has never changed. It merely took on a different form as time passed. There was never a golden age.
And yet, I fear change. The past offered the sensation of Faux Pax. In reality, it thrust a scope of mistakes for me to cultivate my own tranquility.
Reality is quite frankly, a bitch, but it is certainly more rewarding than pining after the past that was never there. It's time to take the first step to glean what I seek.
This means breaking free from the cordons placed upon me. Though it may be daunting, it is cardinal to one's true beliefs.
Associating with those opposed to altruism is essentially shooting oneself in the heel.
Being caught up in a whirlwind of bigotry does no one favors, even if it means wandering through the fog of lonely monotony.
Transience trascends my will to write. The plethora of deadlines begs me to bid my writing good night. I shall now depart to tackle my responsibilities. And with that, I shall uphold my words without wax.
Sine cera. I bid you, my only trustworthy confidant, adieu.