“Some people feel guilty about their anxieties and regard them as a defect of faith. I don’t agree at all. They are afflictions, not sins. Like all afflictions, they are, if we can so take them, our share in the Passion of Christ” ~C.S. Lewis
A reactionary tale that takes advantage of moments and fears.
Longevity taken away and loving when love doesn’t want to come at all.
A reaction to a force unknown.
A snake devouring the innards of the human soul.
And here I am deciding to go with it or against it.
The snake coils a little tighter.
This snake turns into butterflies flapping into turmoil.
A gut reaction that makes no sense at all.
Interesting ideas play out in left field.
A dance towards foreseen circumstances.
And awards given to yourself because self esteem doesn’t have a place in you.
A worrisome moment when happiness is real.
Do I wish to maintain the facade of the cynic?
Or should I break free and show my optimistic side?
The case for comfort over happiness.
Familiarity versus the mundane self negativity.
Hello, is it time to answer?
Or should I keep asking questions?
Is it worth the time to try and fix what was never broken?
The snake decides to come back far to often.
This tale is taking its good ole time to end.
It unfolds and goes back time and time again.
The map always seems complete.
Until you decide to wake up from sleep.