As one day lends itself to the next.

[IAMTHEDOORWAY]

As one day lends itself to the next, time loses its linear equation of hours, minutes, and seconds. This casts shadows of doubt and apathy with such granular effect that optimistic thoughts and ideas slip into a murky recess of consciousness.

There are possibilities of hope but are waning as if to race the night celestial being to a shroud of darkness while the probabilities are rearing their distorted faces of angst.

As with all things in this plane of existence, things may look one way in a certain perspective but appear strangely different at another intersection of time. That is the misunderstood and often hated reality of all things; light and dark, flat and round, dry and wet, full and empty, present and absent; the cycle will continue whether one accepts the truth or not.

Now is clenched by uncontrollable forces but then a measure of time passes that reveals a new understanding of what is to come. Perpetual cycles of life, will always, offer to its beholder, a kaleidoscope of tandem views to which one needs only to determine what juncture in time the cycle is in so the attitude can be closer to what all want in this journey...

[jeff O)))]

bro do you work out?

[jeff O)))]

how much can you bench

[IAMTHEDOORWAY]

depends on what you mean by "bench"

[jeff O)))]

guess not then

[IAMTHEDOORWAY]

depends on what you mean by "guess".

[EyesOfAJackal]

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[Starla]

Originally Posted by IAMTHEDOORWAY

As one day lends itself to the next, time loses its linear equation of hours, minutes, and seconds. This casts shadows of doubt and apathy with such granular effect that optimistic thoughts and ideas slip into a murky recess of consciousness.

There are possibilities of hope but are waning as if to race the night celestial being to a shroud of darkness while the probabilities are rearing their distorted faces of angst.

As with all things in this plane of existence, things may look one way in a certain perspective but appear strangely different at another intersection of time. That is the misunderstood and often hated reality of all things; light and dark, flat and round, dry and wet, full and empty, present and absent; the cycle will continue whether one accepts the truth or not.

Now is clenched by uncontrollable forces but then a measure of time passes that reveals a new understanding of what is to come. Perpetual cycles of life, will always, offer to its beholder, a kaleidoscope of tandem views to which one needs only to determine what juncture in time the cycle is in so the attitude can be closer to what all want in this journey...