Quicksands of smile and toil,
Take away these muddling onslaught.
Transient yet far too overbearing,
Break down the inconsistencies; by part.
This first week has been bewildering in itself. And to think that we’re not even half way through the first month! I have been having all sorts of confusions. Maybe its in the air and with all anticipation overriding reason, I’m thinking way too much. But to not consider it would be an even greater folly. A direct admission of my inconsideration. Sometimes being real depends on the situation. I’ve come to believe that at the end of the day, my actions must be right by me, by my family. While I’d enjoy the freedom to say I don’t care, I do and that’s that. I hope things sort out by the end of this month. Then I can peacefully, smilingly welcome the next and the next.