In life, I trust what sustains and interests us is activities and concerns, and by the array of wealth we find in responsibilities and hobbies, is a boring tandem that we tend to gel into the brushes of heaven with effort, credit or pleasure. Well, I respect that life can be kind to a gentle soul, for there are many beautiful and authentic leisures we contemplate and engage in, as long as we fan the passion to a everlasting love of social grace and nice experiences.
Recently, I felt the absence of life in a way enduringly simple, and in many ways ordinary above all else. Do I give up? For sure I do, and with pleasure I learn that in spite of repetitiveness, a simple and predictable provision tends to garner joy and sweetness when we view life logically and musically, and happen stance perhaps, there is light after all in the witness.
More recently, I face boredom, as logic wanes and life becomes close to the ergonometrics that most possible activities are the usual old, magically faint in the respect of monetary lack, yet like a golden classic, do peer upon grace if we really appreciate. Yes, I bore the essence of life just today due to the joy I have with a guitar and with a music player, and to me, whose life is lacking fire, find flowers and enjoyment instead in the serenity of good tunes. The winner is indeed life, for rest the hope in good engagements like positive ballads and glad service, and that extra smile and pleasure in the lates of longevity might just have postpones the sleep with the percussion of joy and the persuasion of essentials.
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