Seasonings

There’s so many varying takes on life; on its complexity, its ever-varying nuances that throw you along in that whip-lash roller coaster madness. I doubt I’ll ever understand every rational philosophy out there, so conflicting, yet simultaneously so alluring. It all boils down to wants, desires, and goals. They all vary, yet each person harbors a similar basic necessity(at least I’ve noticed), in the guise of wanting stability in some form. Whether it be steadfast companionship, or copious amounts of steady income, either way you slice it, the dream is the same. It’s a desire to be whole, safe, content, and existing in some form with the dreary static of reality while simultaneously embracing the fleeting rays of sunshine that make up your happiness.

I’ve found a beauty in some companion’s rustic outlook on it all. Disregarding the material haphazard demolition zone of corporate America( life becoming about success in any fiscal form), and in turn, focusing on the simplicity of white-fence dreams that will arise contentment in the hard-working bones of your earth. It’s a dreary mundanity that belies the true essence of our DNA. So often it seems we get lost in the marathon of “wants” and forget about “needs”, and even more so, the line between the two blurs, and perception becomes a Rubik’s Cube that retains its enigmas. Embracing the roots of being, the simple wife, kids, and work, while not for everyone(myself included), rollicks in a visceral contentment. Who am I to disabuse a fellow man’s ambitions? All we can really do is acknowledge the multifaceted spectrums of a life, and more importantly, knowing that what matters most to each individual will denote a truly happy, and self-made successful life.

Cloudy are the future days, wrought thick in smoky haze of unknown choices and mistakes made. Each second creeping towards the void, and ebbing thought lost in the inception of genius, it’s what makes humanity the supple, volatile entity that it is. The solitary ruminations shall wither minutes after their creation, resonating in their future discovery, yet in each minute that we strive for more, those goals fuel our depleting cells. If only to know life was a war well fought–- the eternal sleep deserved after an existence spent restless.