Q3 Blog 4

The entire year is sat in eager frustration for the end, or so it seems. The outside observer, if they were to sit in on the life would see a cruel tale of the constantly put off endeavor. The eager soul which claims only the peace of life is in fact the problem. There are, undeniably 365 days in a year. Each day is marked off with supple ease, each hour tolls not with sublime reverence, but with minimized resentment. Each of the wary are placed in static rapper from the day the new year begins. It surrounds with an air of insipid distress. It postulates into a sublime state of being. That static is the devil. Make no mistake about it, the stupor of imperfection is demanding to remain. If betterment is the answer would be another story; however, now when the clouds of vigor begin to rain upon our disenchanted hearts, let us maintain clear sight. The tell-tale static wants nothing more than for you to remain under its grasp. It'll take from you, and rend you clean of bone and sinew. Stare into tomorrow not with the burden of another day beyond, but each day as a supple ideal in itself. As good writing does not end on the last page, good goals do not end at success. They strive to move through our tomorrows and we must help them. The only way it seems is a reminder that resolutions do not need to come at the end, but whenever we need them. Ground breaking, I'm sure, but do not forget this is the product of all of the hopes the reader holds for the year. The "for want of more" have deemed their lives so inoperable they wish to improve, but to what end. Do they seek to further broaden the insights of knowledge that shield them from truth, then let them walk into the path of sustained vigor, not the type that comes from temporary foresight when the static ceases to prevail. It should not be at midnight that we are our brightest, but on the days most high that we should illuminate our way. Any choice other than would be in spite of New Year, and further more caustic to our effervescence. We cursed and weary few who struggle each day to hold our heads high need now more than ever a strive for tomorrow. Let us strive well. Let us strive in a manor both perfunctory and rudimentary to our spirit. Such is the first step on the road to subtle enlightenment. In spite of the dangers of temporary vigor let it be noted that a start may need to explode, the need of potential energy perhaps. Just let us not dwell on producing this energy late, and instead learn to steadfast ourselves for tomorrow, by resisting New Years and the tell-tale static, in the only manor possible. By earning our goal through due diligence, versus the waning spirit of the fast escape.