I am, that Unfinished Sentence
about living in an uneasy “in-between” called transformation
growth lies in
the uneasiness
the in-between
the unfinished sentence
I am an unfinished sentence. I move between a constant wanting and yet I desire little. I also live within patience — just waiting, while still being decidedly impatient.
In essence, I reside in the troubled “in-betweens” of not knowing exactly what it is I am to do, in this lifetime, but yet having some certainty that things are always the way they ought to be.
I am an unfinished sentence. I am a square peg, refusing to ram into a round hole, because the possibility is something way larger than the mass in which that hole resides.
And it is for this immense probability that I hanker.
Yet, instead, I am caught fast in worldly consciousness. But still, I try to resist the allure of daily wealth seeking, which soon turns into money-grabbing and a persistent desire for material things.
I am an unfinished sentence. I am both uncomfortable with praise, but ambitious enough to desire it.
