the stark contrast

What are you anxious for? It is in this moment that you have no obligations, no worries. It is this moment that you reflect on later with enjoyment. Yet your presence here is anything but acknowledged. Satisfaction is this distant ideal that you are headed for on a treadmill. Yet writing has its rewards. It is only through writing that passion is realized. Or perhaps creating would be a more appropriate term. Creation induces passion; passion does not go unchecked. So the reason for existence in total is undying passion. Passion is embedded in that distant satisfaction, where love and excitement radiate from its core. The other spectrum of the world is obviously pain. Pain is the unconscious addiction that is pulling us backward on the treadmill. Its reality is so depriving that we tend to just give up on treading altogether. And it is at this time when we fall further from satisfaction, further from passion and love. So it is our responsibility to keep ourselves in check, away from chaos and destruction.