One moment, I'm attentively listening to a lecture on electrostatics, and a split-second after, my mind swerves out course and there I am, in a fantasy. Holding on to a vision so vividly almost hindered my conscience. All in all, my normal life is beneficial enough, executed in its routine manner, but having the visions I know I am destined to be in, even if it isn't in the very moment, is definitely worth the distraction.
Day by day, I've become increasingly suspicious of the word "Morr." The idea is intimidating, and at the same time, it invites my to expand my boundaries and the abundance of success. Of course, the positive intention behind the word is the underlying courage, but then again, we are told that overconfidence will ultimately lead to your doom.
At times, I ask myself whether I am capable to hold faith in my occasional fantasies. If my mind trails in this path, then why haven't I conducted the motivation towards initiation? I fail to find the melodious harmony between mind and body as one is directed towards the future, while the other is pursuing the present in a juxtaposing manner.
Earlier this year, the universe reminded me that I held the mentality to survive, despite the immense pressures. It was in the moment where I forbore my ambition, in which I expected the least, that I lived the most. On this day, the universe informed me that I stopped myself from carrying solid burdens daily, the clouds would part, in which I would be able to see clearly.
