It's too easy to take the dirt laden and grimy way through life instead of reaching up for the higher road.
"Any fool can be a critic, but not many can build with criticism. "
Cliches will be cliches and more often than not, they are what they are with a hint of truism scattered around generously. Lately there's been no update as there is no life to be updated. Dare I say it is quite possible to switch on auto pilot and dodge any major disruptions.
Yet, of course life has its own story and a few spanners tucked nicely into those steel capped boots (y'know... to kick ass). When one is faced with multiple, rapid changes that deals its cards with a bruise each time... what does one do? It's tempting to lie down and be kicked about... laugh about it, break down into a schizophrenic mess.
Where's that steely look? One of bruised determination? The loss of hope and the disdain to lead a life less ordinary?
hope... would you be there lurking in the murky pool where one's reflection is muddled?