There is a thin line between success and journey
You see, success
It is too autonomous for me to understand
No real reasons, no fighting, no experience
It just happens or it doesn’t.
But you see, then your journey —
It’s a long journey
It tells you it builds the highs
Scrapes them from the ground into little rounded pebbles ready for the projectile
But it is only shaping you —
You, as you walk, jump and crawl,
You, as you speak, whisper and scream
I decide who I am and how to be I suppose…
Success doesn’t know a thing about that
It maintains nonchalance as it passes by carelessly chosen souls — telling them they’re the lucky ones today
My life could have been this or that, different I suppose
But there remains a thin line between it all…my choices almost not mine
But ever so slightly in chosen repose.
Sure, today I gush open wounds on accident and they drop out of my mouth like waterfalls — I wish they didn’t, I wish I didn’t make choice A or B or any of it at all
I wish I could get out, be alone, not lonely, surrounded, noise-full and left all at once…
I do not know where I lie on the line
Am I in between? In a far end? Losing time or gaining wins?
Will it be worth it as my head lays in the dirt,
Stare at the sky, wish it were closer — but it is already way too close
I’m not sure if any of this makes sense but this perhaps may not be poetic —
I am walking, trembling, continuing on a journey…with a thin line and thin consequences
Too quickly and slowly everything seems to pass
Hold on, wait, I don’t know. Just rest.
This feature photo is my own photography. I found this random bush on a walk the other day and thought it was a very bizarre looking plant. Perhaps just as bizarre as a lot of my thoughts have been lately.