Passiveness is the problem of my being. I patronize my sloth too much and now luxurious seems sleazy. To my walls of defect - Only if the odd-pendulum swings me up to my highest beanstalk, it shall stay as it is. If not, let it be finite.

This illustration's done to be whole, animated and polished. There's the level & the challenges that I set foot on every chapter.. and in my self-written story, I accelerate pass the blocks while another awaits. Probably the multiplication and replication of these thorns could construct someone stronger than me. Someone who's still me.

Sometimes we don't know where to go. We don't know what direction means. We wonder if we should dig the hole and be engulfed in our self-controlled life aperture.
Snap the blank questions away. Use the space to resonate the past/recent happenings and we'll find that those are all we have. We'll find that those are our assets that we never figured out.

Our life's a grandeur, key within our own majesties. Belief that we're all self-structured and strong with what we have. And we'll find ourselves all docile and fixed for this cold war on earth.

I have alot more to figure out, but I have found the gifts of my life - bits of it.
Have you?