Life

We are rowing a skiff amongst the swelling waves of life. Its outer body is a rind, but the interior is so soft and vulnerable that it can always be threatened to get exposed to larger tangible dangers. To a deadbeat this skiff is not sufficient to keep afloat. The gestalt of true spunk is manifested in such circumstances when you don't have anybody else beside, still you have to keep fighting. You have to constantly ideate new notions, new ideas to survive, tricks to sustain your tiny existence in this vast universe. There may turn rampant doglegs that can sloth your pace. But it is a quid pro quo. You have to return the same amount of sacrifice for your greater achievement. Nobody is a squid in this battle. It is a contest against yourself. An ingenue, sorry to say, but it's true, has no place in this battleground. One has to be obdurate to breathe in this field. Not the soft, smooth phenotype can exist here. Everything is nebulous here. Every course of future you have decided to take up, can betray you. So be prepared for underwriting the worst in your life. Quit the habit of imputation upon others. They are not at all responsible for your fate. In effect everyone is born with his or her own individual destiny. Someone can weasel a big chunk of happiness out of nowhere. This life basically is lopsided. It's justice is also unequal. The ulterior motives of this life is beyond our ken.