That, which we most require is lost on us, precisely when in
need. Be it words for an essay, couplet for a proposal, sporting gear for a try-out,
we are worked to chase them incessantly, some sooner in acquisition and some
when time partially abides by and even some, never at all. It is always said, “The
means determine the ends”. So, I ask, is the end which concerns most? I am
afraid not. The means do. I am in pursuit of always some fact or fiction, since
my inception. The first day, what I need is what none will ever understand, and
hence, believe theirs over time, through attrition and joy. Five years further,
I gain a sapling yet mine moulders don’t. I am, then, in pursuit of objects of
awe, that which I will lose 10 years down. 5 more, and I am, age-entailing
fantasies .10 years further, responsibility descends on me, and I am, sustenance,
not merely of me. 10 further, and I am in pursuit of contentment, and in even
10, a gradual settle into excused resignation. Over three score, I would into
the yonder and in pursuit of fabrication to tell the tots who are the products
of the cycle anew.
'I' talked, in this post. It is most invigorating to pen in first person. Plucking a leaf from Thoreau,
We commonly do not remember that it is, after all, always the first person that is speaking. I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.
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