Wondering, I suppose, about how much of our fate is self-fulfilling. Whether predetermination is beyond our control, or just another ploy our mind makes of the world in varying degrees of after-the-fact. Can greatness or despair, or whatever- can it be conjured or is it simply cast upon us, each of we individuals an insignificantly…
Tag: purpose
Monday Evening Thoughts: 12.29.25
The mists that lingered about this morn seemed so selfishly akin to the fog about my mentality. Curse of individualistic western world, perhaps, between these winter holidays. Before retreating to the other side of the globe, our personal star broken through the overcast to bid this part of the world farewell, adding yet another layer…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.27.25
It’s funny, you know. It’s not as though I don’t cease thinking in the moments between these rambles. It is constant. Perpetual for as long as I can remember, and I’d reckon as long as I last. Not even falling out of waking consciousness stops the ponderings and provocations. Nor does any altered state make…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.25.25
Is it all just reminiscent of some vicious yesterday? The hope, a hollow, hallowed equation leading to nowhere you haven’t been, and all the places that you’ll never go?
The Veracious Facade 