Most would relish the challenge of vocation. But I relish the solemnity of quiet dreams. Ineptness creeps into my conscious thoughts and rob me of ease. I am utterly hindered by my own principle; that of pleasure.
What became of passion?
What became of pure, raw passion for success?
Have I fallen through an obviously escapable crack?
If the yin attracts the yang, I reject the balance of both. I reject the forces that built me ivory confidence on an occasion and then lull me into unsavioury ignorance the next.