Are we destined to be what our milieu entails?

Or were we designed to rift off onto a route not written in the stars? As I am set here, feet leveled on floating furniture, I can’t help but wonder what desire we guide our hearts and minds to be abundant with, to help keep us steady on such a narrow path. Of course, these scanty paths (or paths we’ve considered scanty) have effortlessly brought us into this point in time, where we begin to filter out what we deem unnecessary to our lives.

But what is necessary? Surely you can plot out the essentials and the things that fall short of value in a catalogue of a future unraveling. Yet, do we consider all things of value? Or are we shy to appreciate the giving factors of the tempest? As commotion ensues, we tend to forget that we aren’t the ones dragging ink across our ulterior scripts. The movement of the world surrounding throws curveballs left and right, keeping us on edge. I am no different. Every vibration that reverberates onto my trail of conspired judgement seems to echo through a maze of eternal wonder.

Which brings me to my point. At various points in our lives will we prepare preconceived notions of the things that will bring or take away our happiness.. but the things that break us and reconsider the glory of the world well..

What we’ve yet to allow free from our souls can only demonstrate our ability to slip away from the borders of our milieu.

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