That moment when you see others comfortable behind a counter, gliding their day with a smile on their face. What it takes to have what they have, an unexpiring meaning pulsing through their mind and body. Time, the ultimate oxidizer has no effect on their aura that day. Only a few can live like this, the rest of the lot let the suffocating expectations mold them into inconsiderate peacocks.
Some of us fall in through the cracks though, neither present nor absent. As in every chemical reaction in equilibrium, fluctuating from one composition to another. All we see is the tantalizing activity of seemingly grand figures through the cracks of perception. We are stuck, either by choice or circumstance, watching other work, succeed, suffer. Yet there we stand, waiting for the day when courage will flow through our veins, enough to fuel the effort of crawling out and fulfilling our destiny.
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