Meant-mend
This is just a post for myself. It's not meant to be mellow or depressed or matters of such sorts. It's not meant to be looked upon and evaluated. Its for myself.
You start to mend when you realise that everything is meant.
Goodness knows why everything has a meaning. Even the most meaningless words mean something. Even, maybe, the word means an inassurance. Even the most boring 9-5 jobs means securing an income. Even the hardest fall means that we're only mortals, under an, quoting Shangjun's article, unevaluated Evaluator.
No rugby player enters a field, and expect not to be battered, and no player sits down after being tackled, complaining. Meant to fall, we are. Long live gravity. We cannot fault it for bringing us to the ground, though it hurts. When we only keep our heads in the clouds.
You start to mend when you realise that everything is meant.
Goodness knows why everything has a meaning. Even the most meaningless words mean something. Even, maybe, the word means an inassurance. Even the most boring 9-5 jobs means securing an income. Even the hardest fall means that we're only mortals, under an, quoting Shangjun's article, unevaluated Evaluator.
No rugby player enters a field, and expect not to be battered, and no player sits down after being tackled, complaining. Meant to fall, we are. Long live gravity. We cannot fault it for bringing us to the ground, though it hurts. When we only keep our heads in the clouds.
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