Semaphores

I feel like the power of life is unstoppable in its purpose, and whatever direction it  decides on, any one in its path should heed caution. If not, unforseen consequences could devastate even the most well laid plans and shake the most grounded of foundations. To think anything is truly out of danger is to lie about the about the aggressive nature of life. 

I am becoming impatient with those who do not expect evident misfortune. This impatience is at odds with my compassion for those experiencing misfortune, and my tacit nudges to encourage self-protection are being abused to conceal an annoyment even I cannot sincerely justify. 

I'm having trouble making these constructive adaptations stick and I'm trying even harder to understand what kinds will. The plan flies in the face of an earlier philosophy based on the ultimate power of an individual universe but I allowed its limitations to facilitate an adaptation to delve deeper into my psyche. That being said, I'm not really in any place to make solid judgements or indulge in my delusions and biases.

And with a magical sobriety, let's explore this a bit further. Learning language allows you access to ideas. The more language you learn, the easier it becomes to acquire different kinds of ideas and readily express them. 

In the same way, learning the language of a mind--automatic reactions, memory, brain chemistry, emotional imprinting-- is a vessel to better understanding more effective ways of using it. Instead of willing a better result, I now have the power to ease it into reality. 

But until I am able to safely wield these devices, without detriment to those touching my universe, I refrain from using them--and much worse, accidentally abusing them and harming others. 

And so I paint patterns that seem to get worse as time goes on, and more still, without realizing it. 

The struggle I hold is real, but adversity builds character, at least that's what I say all the time. 

I feel more at home lost at sea than any place I had been before.

Stride

The theme of the weak is disarming tendencies towards overlooking critically dangerous details in lieu of a forgiving ignorance to help maintain the integrity if our individual universes.

It's easy to build walls up to block attempts to change belief based behavior and it is not always unhealthy to hold on to favorably advantageous habits and experience sets, given that the total detriment from such behaviors is less than the benefit achieved in the wanted context.

If these attributes are truly pushing your best aspirations forward, there is no need to sacrifice them for less essential circumstances. Telling situations to appropriately fuck off as they occur is not only pseudo-sociopathic but also great for your confidence.

Our bubbles are the car seats that carry our inner children through the slow-motion accident that life ends up being, and you know what kind of demented endings come to people that mess with our kids. So be careful when bursting someone's bubble.