Sometimes things just don't work out the way we planned.
Before you know it you've found yourself caught tumbling in an undertow of existential funkiness, depressed, eyes darting everywhere for those pockets of positivity. It's a longing for a pace of pro-activity that keeps you softly hoping you'll get out of the gripping suck.
And that urning we feel inside for something new, something different, for a breath of fresh air from drowning in the deep sea of what "might have been", is a kinetic energy. A spark of electricity that makes lightening within, it shoots around our ribcages till it shocks the heart alive again! Dog paddle the fuck to shore and breathe standing on the beach, having conquered the Ocean and it's Big Ass Waves.
Before you know it you've found yourself caught tumbling in an undertow of existential funkiness, depressed, eyes darting everywhere for those pockets of positivity. It's a longing for a pace of pro-activity that keeps you softly hoping you'll get out of the gripping suck.
And that urning we feel inside for something new, something different, for a breath of fresh air from drowning in the deep sea of what "might have been", is a kinetic energy. A spark of electricity that makes lightening within, it shoots around our ribcages till it shocks the heart alive again! Dog paddle the fuck to shore and breathe standing on the beach, having conquered the Ocean and it's Big Ass Waves.
praesepe:
Ahhh the existential funkiness. Walking in the woods helps.