For the past two weeks of my life, there has been a constant battle of wills, tug of thoughts, roller coaster of emotions. Above all unspeakable truths and alienated intentions, the cogent analysis of my becoming can be compared to that of a losing war, minus the surrender of firearms and raising of a white flag.
By a certain methodology, my ways were significantly reduced to scant actuation. Its inception appears to be a disturbing aberration, because I always would take things down, discuss it with my subconscious and do something about it no matter how trivial.
Recent events accounted, a significant change had taken its worthy spot: A volition war is in effect.
Choosing between the things you like and the person who likes you is a difficult choice to make. The will may be the keystone in the arch of human achievement but nothing takes away the moral obligation to considerations. When a person gets a little nudge to maturity (which I believe is my case here), he learns that it is not always all about the things he wants. It now boils down to what is right and what is more beneficial.
Picking among invisible menus makes me thug like a faint heart. Hopeful, me would always believe that somewhere, there is a probability that the pick is correct. Because I chose you.
on the first night he slept
9 hours ago