Circumstances stir the least of us to forcibly re-evaluate any given predicament.
Most times, it is within the parameters of our nature to systematically develop a rationale for all of what seemingly is.
The process of examining, of turning scenarios on their head...
Marks a tendency to give purpose.
Questions so often arise challenging actions and re-actions in order to create necessary pressure.
And so...I begin.
With the turn of a rejuvenated tide and a freshly conspired rationale, I formulate a search constructed with the sole purpose of unearthing answers in truths that are yet meant to be available in open book format.
I boil over the plausibilities...
Undoubtedly, and masterfully may I add, constructing scenarios meant to provide solid footing for the reasons you do what it is you do.
Yet, not one of my carefully crafted projections seems to entirely put an end to the psychological warfare.
On separate schemes of the battlefield, I hold firm to my motivations...as I am undoubtedly sure do you.
We both arrive at this place, in this time, spurred by diverse indicators, moved to act by alternative rationalizations.
In the vacant space between us, where the truth of our attraction opts to occupy itself, realize we are never entirely honest about the depth of its personality.
And so I realize that to audibly voice my intentions, at least at this juncture, is problematical.
Reluctantly so, I trace...back...my steps.
Fully recognizing that I am not entirely comfortable facing the rushing tide of my subconscious.
With no plan to retreat entirely, I contend with a denied reality of sorts.
One that highly demonstrates the need to face my internalized demons.
What puzzles the skeptic in me is exploring the wildly sporadic cosmos.
If time could shift...could slow...
If I could have but one question answered, insofar as it related to you, I would ask....why.
There have been a multitude of instances in which I have consciously chosen to resolve our page. To tag to it a final "the end"...
Fascinatingly enough, the universe has an interesting method of interrupting my process.
In a proposition of sorts, to contend or at least suppose, that the universe has forcibly communicated to me that the time to proceed to the next chapter has not yet arrived is not entirely a stretch.
To all these things and more, my inquiring mind seeks answers.
To rationalize the grand scheme of things is a phase that I can not entirely eject myself from.
In my current state of being, I exist on a higher plane...
Seeking a rejoinder while in a process of unmasking firm truths.
Understanding that all matters will be revealed to me in due course is a matter in which I must possess patience.
...Patience being all things difficult.
Belabouring the flaws of this universe is hardly necessary, especially when I myself can not adhere to it a logic.
From this battlefield, I take one morale-prone lesson.
We can and do have the capability to inquire, to rationalize the very plausibilities of circumstances as they will invariably confront us.
From our inherent being, we typically comprehend certain intercourse to confirm volumes of unspoken truths.
What we can not do is place a timeline on its materialization.
Everything happens in its due course, or so they often say.
Unless we seek this out, we can only fall prey,
...fall victim to the very real and absolutely escapable plausibility of disappointment.
For the psychological warfare that so often consumes us, so too has the power to wear down our reliance in the Cosmo's ultimate reward.
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