Kindly bear the construction and consequences of the action we take in the traverse of fallible trajectories.Not to care a fig to know how we feel about intriguing details of lifetime awesome billows sometimes could be counter productive to the outcome of the most promising goldmine that we seek.Apparently we feel deprived in a depressed situation and hardly any relief whatsoever regardless of the effort or the onus we take to meliorate the somewhat appallingly but seemingly irreparable situation.When we feel so accordingly do we keep pathological silence?Sometimes too messy to realize the gravity of uncouth offence we face and commit in the annihilation of this bad deterrence to our wobbling faith.We might not concede the fact that at one point in time of our dear lives, unknowingly that we Ve been used like a connonade struck from a connon balls in the cat's paw of appalling situation either by a condition,others or by self bequeathed bittersweet anecdotes for which when we glee the golden quilts of perpetual remorse hardly get retribution from the treasure troves of the Aladdin's caves to placate us with perpetual relief.Infact with the relief of a positive outcome the painstaking memoirs hardly leaves us for the rest of our lives.These are bruising prices of cantankerous freedom we have to pay for the grand rewards of successful venture specifically in reference to those who hit the goldmine;how much worse to those who fail.The function of imaginative powers declines from the plethora of medulla disuse in comparison to the combative mode of the brisky thoughts that could shake the smoking mountains down to the barest knees.The downpour of imaginative lens from the golden spurn of nimbling retina to gallivant even beyond blindspot appeals beyond the shackles of those who care;those who swim the tides of blue seas and those who spare a thought for human reflection in the morning of ruptured lull.
We could have done better at every immaculate strand of holy conception and thoughtful consecration that we ignore.Appallingly enough when we face the critical consequences we could barely recall the cradle of this egregious dins and error of omission prostituting the mutual precipice of human dignity.To succumb too easily to the succulent hallucinations of these boo boos that we hardly decipher often times accentuates the costly theft of the golden morn of beautiful tides.
We might not be lucid to clarify our rejection of the fact that the fault is not just in our stars but also in us to filter verity from the schakles of casuistry that binds human reflection into circadian rhythm of sometimes irrevocable comatose when struck at the forlorn shrieks of jettisoned dreams.
However dreams organic or inorganic are ebullient compounds , impeccable humus and immaculate composts of priceless thoughts .To interpret the diversity of human reflection in the etchinated burnout of lost dreams and aspiring dreams much indifference to the tangible knots of fulfilled dream,we go berserk when we recall the beautiful anecdotes of prior dreams and the effectual catapult of its fait accompli.We may not recall the soft and arduous bickerings of aurglansyne and egregious aeon long smitten to distant memoirs to discrete the quality of discretion at our fading disposal.This is to remind us the disaggregate and incongruous proportion of what we know about the past just morsels of retrieved modicum not ample to guarrantee us the soft landing of our beautiful dreams in the atrophy of gallantry.
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