If you're not interested in it, would you still do it and give it your all?
Yah okay, so i guess it does depend on lots of factors. Like for a start, what "it" is and hey, if "it" is even realistically do-able. So a certain level of practicality has infiltrated my luscious fiery veins of late. Sue the idle daydreams.
Not that there is anything wrong with that decadent candle-lit lined psychedelic rendition of an altar bed to lay on ala Dicaprio and Danes, modern day man has tickled Shakeaspeare.
okay but back to the point.
Say when all you smell is semi-dried laundry with a flash of carpet rash, is sheer will and determination enough to ride you through? Even in the moment a certain level of commitment is urged for the forces to allow the flowers to bloom.
Passion and Desire. Friends and Foes. Maybe secretly they conspire, willing us to find our own unique point of equilibrum. You really want it, but you don't do it. Then it fails to incite you, but you do it anyways.
Maybe the thrill at the end of the day is when you oddly find yourself curled fetal in between sheets of plain white cotton. At peace with all that you never thought you could have brought yourself to do and smiling in the humor of how much you hated it , yet somehow you still managed to bake your cake and icing layer it.
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