2024-09-05

damning lucidity

My incessant indolence and abulic nature of mind and body hide behind a facade of unwavering diffidence. How can a mind so feeble, unable, yet rather active thrive or dare to change? Am I to move forward willingly, cognizant of my inherent flaws, yet without the will-power to amend them? Alas, I've arrived; the circular trails of thought have brought me a newfound clarity discovered minutes prior, and before then, years prior. I fear my mind merely serves as an anchor to transformation, lifting briefly only to give me the illusion of growth. And so I stand, Sisyphean, it seems, against steep aspirations and with heavy feet, perennially bound to the mockery of the provocative peaks.