Unsettling

That tiresome curse called "settling" ticks away at our vivacity like such a seductive little parasite. See the truth is we feed it--enable it. Dual purpose hosts to both suffer and provide sustenance, our penchant for accepting mediocrity in our lives is the anchor around our leg as we drown in the apparition of our hopes. It's that rumble in your chest that sonorously booms unrest, quaking throughout your being with the brimming restlessness of disharmony. A disharmony of self, wrought out of the inability to champion the Olympian potential in the world around. Instead, the bubbling sewage of sub-par existence has you swirling in a quagmire of stasis. Time has come to rid the weight of your own misgivings and stand upright at the prospect of utter satisfaction; at which you’ve spent every exhausting, hard-earned breath on this volatile land for.

Or Don't.

Part of the neurosis that fuels this affliction lies in the tempest of self-image, and the loathing each and every person has for themselves in that capacity. As though someone were holding a horrid fun-house mirror of destruction to reflect the very vilest of sins back at us. It is a matter of perception, of flipping the refractions of light to reflect the true image you strive for (within the essence of your being). A trick of the light in your mind to finally accept that there is beauty within you, and until that momentous moment of epiphany where your infinitesimal worth shimmers before your eyes, you shall always accept the basest form of yourself in others, and in everything around you.

Until then, knowingly or unknowingly, you shall forage on in the antipathy of greatness, courting sullenness at will, subconsciously sabotaging yourself at every turn, trekking towards every pitfall along the way--all because you've convinced yourself you somehow deserve it. No one but you is capable of dictating the terms of your self-perception, and in that same light, the change is equally dependant upon you sounding the call for the bountiful store of reserve strength nestled beneath the festering decay of self-loathing and insecurity. It is but your choice to rise up from the nettles of death, and embrace the true power of yourself. On that day, in that moment, you will realize that "to settle" is but the gift of the weak, and you shall be rid of it in all of your encounters. See you on the other side.