Adaptation Architecture
Chart from your heart. Accommodating our alterations shouldn’t be a tease. Even if most balk at the notion of amending their routines. Humans ought to be geared for anticipating a journey. This tipping point has been escalating for me as my second half of life bumbles as the tumbleweed its forever fetishism fortuitously is. Sometimes determinedly in a clear directional windswept pattern. At other times bouncing from a randomly assigned gait to graceful intellect scanning an entire valley of courage all its own without fear of splintering into a zillion separate pieces. Need a day off ~ ok. A week ~ hmmm, that’s up to you. Any longer and you’re selling yourself too short my friends. We’re in charge of our adaptation architecture. Let’s stack a strength of integrity so high until it’s become our blind habituality. Keep aesthetic adjustments striving to do the ultimate version of yourself.
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal ~Henry van Dyke, Life
A visit with your core could pop open the destiny you’d previously perceived was a giant chore. But such a proper date with your guttural rapport might slaughter all your yammering once and for all. We, you, I deserve to let loose the fabric of convenience. Besides the monotony of maintaining its neatness. We owe it to individual opulence to shove that tidiness our middle finger enough moments. Instead, to ride the tides of epic ebbs and frequent flows nosing their abnormalities along with harmony’s rockstar shows. How majestic one’s leaps to woes if/when we’re granted the space to shower the globe with our glow. In honor of every single breath we were expected, instructed, enslaved, outraged, caved, cornered, consciously or unconsciously controlled by society, ancestry, patriarchy, shitty grave ghosts, or a host of others deeming us to follow less than our badass truth.
In came the options. Flooding my senses with that oysteresque pearly-possibilities feeling. The sequence of sifting between attachments versus authenticity is the root of your lifetime. It’s a devotion to anchoring with the deepest parts of your soul. Where serving yourself everything you’ve ever wanted will never lose sight. Like a cannonball that’s left its chamber, there’s no going back from a blast of monumental modification. We’re always traversing…
