Shmancification...

Layers of complexity abound, all designed to make things simpler. Well, maybe not simpler as a goal, but definitely smoother, faster, efficienter. But what to do, what to do..
Ideas abound, all designed to create and improve. Creation in itself is all fire and flow, but the fire can fade and the flow can be stilled, stagnant. Addiction to Creation is a harsh taskmistress. Improvement is less glamorous, a subtler high that captivates less. But resultants can last, stretching to legacy status. Improvement processes are like substinance meals, as exciting as a bran muffin. But what to do, what to do..
My progress is like standing in the eye of a kung-fu hurricane. A block here, a punch there, a grunt and kick over thataways. Tired becomes more than a word, it becomes an integral facet of being, a soul etching attack we bring upon ourselves. The urge to escape mounts, ever seductive. A shiny beach, or a lengthy roadtrip, or an attentive partner, or even a quiet aloneness. And hanging up the kung-fu grip. But what to do, what to do..

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P.S. Optimism is like smiling and waiting for that right hook...