Likely Service

The cynical, the nostalgic, the failure, the introspectively saddened, and the depressed. 

Growing up meant being in-front of the rest and whole spectrum of life, and a major part of it was to know the curve of emotion, from happiness and sadness as the two ultimate drifts, to a whole new gradient of emotions and psychological disorders. It meant that the dreads of life, must eventually have a drag on you, otherwise, you have not seen enough. I have seen quite enough though, not to have experiences compared, but I am confident enough to admit to having let myself be deceived. 

The understanding of emotions, is fundamentally psychological, and I don’t have the degree nor the knowledge to tamper with such arguments, but it is unfathomable to not have a perspective, even if it belonged to the gutter. 

The expectations that preceded our each and every act of doing, are most certainly the source to most of our dread and personal distaste. We know life is not ours, we are free-willed, but nature is meant for something, no matter how far expectations could go, and your acts of perfection might go, it’s always going to go somehow differently. The solution you may ask? Is as simple as this; to accept it, to completely accept the nature of things, that your intentions and acts always count for something, but not necessarily to how they turned out. The motivation that lit the neurons with some phosphate is a case of gratitude and thankfulness, for its you doing something willingly.

On the other end, the notion or the assumption that one is less conscious of his own, if he isn’t deceased by the knowledge of things or what they ought to be like, is extremely intimidating. The degree of intelligence is in the satisfaction of one’s being, the knowledge of the furthest, not in the awareness that things are to some extent bad, otherwise we lose to force and bury our jilted hearts. 

The thing is, I strongly believe in what is said about the shameful nature of things; I remain in wonder, each and everyday by the misfortune that is of my generation, and with that even, I see no reason in shriveling down, there is some good for me, and the misfortune will sway one way or another, and if it is likely, my good will become theirs. I wouldn’t prefer to label things, such as this being positive thinking or what not, because any cynical whose twice a typical cynical will see it as it is; things get worse, and then better, and then to the worse, and then to the better, under a long line of accumulative experiences; with that being said, no matter how worse and worse it could get, there is always something to be hopeful about; heck, here is something, whales haven’t gone extinct yet! In other words, stay within a diameter, but don’t sway too far from its midpoint.   

I need to sleep early, I really do. My energy capacity no longer withstands.