Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all


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  • your ways

    Do you still do

    the things you 

    used to do?

    Purposefully or

    habitually, are

    your ways the

    same or have

    they changed?

    Acceptance of

    change often

    challenges the

    perception of

    familiar ways.

  • our current state

    You can’t fully prepare yourself for what is to come. It is unknown and uncertain and not knowing is often where we dwell.
       Uncertainty gets us thinking, keeps us curious about who we are and what will become of the days, weeks, and years we leave behind.
       We do indeed live in the moment(s), yet those that preceded this time will continue to influence our current state of mind.
       Past tense.
       Present tense.
       What was is not what is now.
       The sooner you are able to grasp all that, the better able you are to understand how you can you be ready for the future? It need not be such a definite moment, but it will define you, whether you will admit it or not.
       What you say, what you write, what you experience or what you remember does have a lasting impression.

  • intention

  • overload

    Announcements and scattered
    information of little consequence,
    offers for things I don’t need 
    or hadn’t even considered, and 
    now make no sense. 
    Random requests for details 
    that do not mater, will not make 
    a difference, and are of little value. 
    Demands on my time, with 
    no true replies. Nothing really 
    worth anything, not today in 
    any way. Just junk taking up 
    space and leaving little room 
    for anything important. No news. 
    Not even a voice selling me 
    another point of view, trying 
    to convince me of unoriginal ideas
    and common thought. 
    I can’t be sold, I won’t be bought. 
    There is nothing brilliant and 
    nothing bold. My mind, like my 
    mailbox, is on overload. What is 
    inside need not be opened. Nothing 
    to say, nothing special. Not today.

  • in the attempt

    How does one measure progress?

    Are the results plainly obvious, or do they remain hidden in the attempt?

    Each step of the process leaves residue of intention, but when is it enough?

    When do you see the meaning or the satisfaction of completion?