Of Metaphorical Vanity and Actualised Nothingness

broadly I'd say

the heavy and unrefined brushstrokes of progress have forgotten my soiled and marred canvas

a long-held sense of longing

for anything but what is before me right now remains but viscosity prevents it from breathing freely without life support.

that phrase about two steps forward, half a mile back, feels apt right now, right here in my own cyclical existence

presumably I'd guess

I should keep drinking in the view of the fields being ploughed for harvest, and consider the metaphor

Consider the metaphor that stagnation, that atrophy can be bested through recognition and realisation

Regarding the inevitability

I could argue that any form of fighting against the unmovable force of my resignation for repetition of patterns past

makes entropy almost impossible, but then I should consider the metaphor and consider the wisdom in nothing impossible

nothing ventured, nothing gained, if you only do the same, you only get the same. cliché after cliché but cliché for reasons

cliches hurt because they are true, cliches irritate my gut, because they are based on well-trod in, embossed lines of old

dead men know the living better than the living know the living, it pains me to digress

this push and pull is boring me, this overplayed Shakespearean back-and-forth Tête-à-tête is getting me nowhere faster

it's very clever and verbose, but as my shoulders drop and my sanity falters, the weight of possibility

the weight of responsibility for potentiality holds me captive in the same spot, the same damn spot, it always has

I'll just be here with my Yorick and my soliloquy of wisdom, of indecisions and conflicts within, cliché within a cliché

a cliché a day keeps the sensible in disarray, is something I could say, for it is noble to analyse and to dissect

but pointless vanity that amounts to the stale old nothingness of an empty skull, if you don't learn and grow

from any of it

pointless vanity

stale old nothingness

empty skull

empty

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Thank you for reading!

Author's Notes: Same as subtitle. Thank you, Shakespeare.

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