Our moods, like the ocean's waves, rise and fall, ebb and flow, high tide supersedes low tide.
We are told that it must be so. To appreciate the calm we must endure chaos. Meaning would be lost otherwise.
The world, in all its supersilious glory, offers sufficient distraction for the most part. For the rest of the time, we must face our demons and attempt to endure the pangs with valour, or as the poms would say, with a stiff upper lip. Or face being labelled self-absorbed at best or mentally ill *gasp*- a label no-one would willingly embrace.
Pray, pray, pray. Hope. and Pray.
Today is one of those chaotic days.
We are told that it must be so. To appreciate the calm we must endure chaos. Meaning would be lost otherwise.
The world, in all its supersilious glory, offers sufficient distraction for the most part. For the rest of the time, we must face our demons and attempt to endure the pangs with valour, or as the poms would say, with a stiff upper lip. Or face being labelled self-absorbed at best or mentally ill *gasp*- a label no-one would willingly embrace.
Pray, pray, pray. Hope. and Pray.
Today is one of those chaotic days.
