Yesterday's announcements and activities a story told today, future a now definer of what today will be, come tomorrow, as past a history coded in the present account.
The drawn map of struggle beauties a
unique unifier that gets left out sooner than the growth of struggle
wrinkles can contemplate on opting to show up. So baffling how we
discard the actual hardships faced for true triumphs of monetary
glorification.
A lot of us don't love former shades of our
lives in shift to celebrate the glamorous cast of success we molded
of self where friends turn to frenemies, family to outcasts, a whole
new side to ugliness reined in by a neutral state of situation called
progress. Sad days of loneliness inside cliques of maulers called new
friends, haunted by the shine spotting us.
Erosion of
morality a daily wail of soles acquainted to the success amassers.
Those names and faces that paved our paths to glory days
forgotten like a child's pain of morning hunger; them treated as
waste to our self-made etaphics of memories.
In
conclusion: it doesn't matter how you made it to what you are, fact
remains that you had someone having your back as who you were but
why's it so hard to thank them? Let's go back to our bases and grace
their greatness with our humbleness before their befitting
corneas...dp
No comments:
Post a Comment