Chris Klein

Resolve

My blindness allows me comfort and destruction. Insignificant details mount their assault making me stumble as they try to divert me from my ultimate destination. I struggle on without focus due to the petty distractions that loom large and impede my path with urgent meaningless demands as they steal my time and rob my emotions, leaving me destitute and worth nothing for the destiny that has been laid down.

I will not give in to overwhelming mediocrity that is eagerly trying to snare me with despair and mire me in self-pity. Coming up short with a mighty effort is always better than drowning slowly in a shallow pool of concealment where the hope is that some won't notice because they are too busy drowning as well.

A life resolved to such ends is rank with unfulfillment and dripping with melancholy, wondering what could have been. Only to end disappointed and unremembered with a few words on a marker trying to carve a small niche in time that no one will notice.

To end as such, without making a wave or even a ripple would be the essence of failure. Especially if it were realized after the fact and nothing could be done to right the wrong.

To struggle, live and die with a purpose is how a person is designed. To be pushing forward, over coming obstacles and defeating barriers is where living begins and fear ends. Side stepping what is temporal and perusing value that can not be taken away once it has been obtained is no easy task. It's wanted by all even though many are unaware of the origin of this desire and they fill the void with clutter trying to defeat the emptiness with hollow distractions.

And more deplorable than ignorance as the excuse for a life not lived is to be fully aware of the purpose and backslide from laziness into the stagnant waters of mediocrity choking on ones own bile hoping that, by chance, you produced something of value. To serve ones self never ends well and slowly diminishes the world to a pale remnant, void of possibilities and ripe with hopelessness.

To be on the right team and commit the mind and body to the struggle that is hard and long never veering right or left plowing forward willing to sacrifice all for the others that are struggling with you and hoping to be there one more day just because that's the day the team might succeed.

The team attracts others as it moves on its lonesome journey through the darkness. The thirst for more to join is never quenched and compounds its self as members increase. No longer will anyone scratch for a small niche in time because what has been found transcends all, which is the true goal of every being despite the distractions and convoluted details that go nowhere.