I'm engaged in a battle only I know I'm fighting.
I'm chasing oh so many things, yet I don't move a muscle.
I want change, but an addiction to the status quo is a mighty force and I dare guess, a far tougher habit to break than meth.
A better exercise in futility I can't recall.
At the end of the day, I just yearn to be held wrapped up in the pillowy embrace of acceptance, free from worry or shame, accepted and validated, confident and purposeful, living in blissful equilibrium, in a word, content.
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