Kinesis

A movement is such word. Amongst the synthetic will embodied within our humanized and struggled upon text, that is.

To synthesize - or to merge togheter - the feelings and mysteries, in the myriad sense of this term, that overwhelm us, and envelops and overlaps each aspect of our lives, as much as the sense of bore, routine, tire and sick repeated slides may force us to merge otherwise. That I call as for now "movement". That is what my feelings paint in the canvas of my conscience as I type these brim-filled words.

As much as you see your own daily life, you see movement therein. There is the world itself moving, and then there is you, moving inside it, as much as vice-versa.

Where and when World's movement and yours enjoy a syncrony and satisfying harmony, you'll enjoy it as well. As much as the discrepancy and dissonance of yours and the World's movement share, be sure to endure as much pain and discomfort as your future may have to spare - or as much time as you'll take to take another turn and drive your flux of movement anew, if you can.

Whenever there is an empty space within me, I see now as a part of me that does not move as the World is moving. I have realized that I must move it myself in order to ride again in this fine World and enjoy the roadtrip of this objectivized, subjective reality.

Are you moving?