Smoph's musings

Just my thoughts on the world

Life’s shifts

Life is made up of shifting sands, the unstable ground of changing fortunes and times of remodelling. How much can any plans we make today be solid, set down and solidified?

Where does that leave the liquid nature of dreams? The hopes that you want to build upon the shifting foundations that are your life?

When a force changes the dreams you’re shaping, like a wind sweeping away the little grains of hope you’d started to accumulate, moulding together with your blood, sweat and tears, it is hard not to be demoralised.

Tomorrow, the new dreams must start. Sometimes there’s little else you can do but abandon them, however reluctantly. Don’t tell me about new beginnings, I just started again, but I am picking up the pieces once more.

Why isn’t it just easy?

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