And perhaps possibly I am not discontent, perhaps it is that I am just going through necessary change, as everything must revolve in its patterns. The solar system spins planets like a top, hurtling around the sun and dancing through the elongated arm of the milky way. And why shouldn't my moods be any less cyclic? I should be grateful that I am not overtaken for long. My pain is only as short lived as I allow it to be, and it dies when I confront it. I do have real answers. It is just that my body does not always pay attention to how I know I should feel.
I find myself quickly turning away from near depression. My imagination flows away from such troublesome things. I dream of fields of flowers and faraway sights my eyes have never claimed. Architecture from throughout the ages, the hubris of great kings and countries who claimed some small form of immortality by laying some bricks on top of one another. And if something so momentous can be achieved by simple passion and diligent willpower, what more am I capable of? What great works can I do that leave behind something to cherish? A legacy of thought, the idea warms my soul.
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