Carrying

Last one. Post for reference has a post within that so inception your way back if need be.

Everything else will always be there. It is reality, excuse, wall, option, nothing, all at the same time. So now I am trying to figure out or simply accept that it must be carried. That’s all there is to do.

You run towards your dream with everything else strapped to your back, chest, and legs and arms. You rest when you can, hope you gained more strength than wear and tear, pick all the shit up and run some more. Every. Single. Damn. Day. Is it healthy? Not really. But this, too, must be done…for now.

If there is another way, I hope to find it. I’ll be sure to share it, because there is no competition here. Art is for all even when you’re not for everybody.

All I can hope is that along the way, things get lighter, maybe something gets carried for me, maybe something drops off all together. Quite frankly, I am tried of being strong. That’s a post I probably already wrote or will save for another day.

And there it is folks. The conclusion. Here’s to carrying, to everything else, and nothing else.

D. Ondria

01202023* literally the day I wrote these…because thoughts evolve. It is 915pm.
01282023* added a middle paragraph