What are these times of discontent? What do they mean? I want to squeeze but not squish. I want to hold tight but not hurt.
When I'm at my end wits I give up, for only a few minutes but nevertheless. Why can't I brush it off like everyone I see do? Is it because they don't?
Do I see what my mind fools me to see? Maybe all are the same, maybe all feel the same and I, I am not the different. Maybe I believe what I tell myself instead of what I should know is true.
Imagine if everyone knew all's insecurities. Would it be easier to handle that of your own? Questions but no answers. Thoughts without resolution.
Such is life and so we continue our trudge. "Hold tight" they say, and don't let go and continue your journey throughout the bad and sail through the good. For whatever that life brings, shall be brought.
Your journey, while mixed, will be and what you do with it is of consequence. Forward not backwards both body and mind. @ellowrites @ellopoetry