sometimes the road is so smooth and unwinding that it gets mundane. when we chance upon a black hole, we jump into it without thought, without knowing, without consequence. a deviation from ordinary. we struggle to climb up but we struggle more within ourselves. we struggle with the dilemma of resuming the long unwinding road or staying in a shithole that we don't usually get every day.

let me struggle abit more. for amidst all the struggles i think my shrouded eyes are beginning to clear. the vision of the road ahead seems a little better and a little clearer.

like quicksand, the more i struggle, the deeper i fall.

it's time to be calm. stay calm. and climb out of it.