when the pendulum swings
disproportionately to the
settling sand
dimensions of space
aren’t linear no more
you only have a split second
to decide where you ought to be
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when the pendulum swings
disproportionately to the
settling sand
dimensions of space
aren’t linear no more
you only have a split second
to decide where you ought to be
Not necessarily my kind of outlook on life, but a cute poem.
@Buh4Bee - Not sure how you interpreted it, but outlook on life sounds unfamiliar territory to me. :)
I just meant that although there are times when we may feel the pressure to decide one thing or another, I don't believe we ever have a split second to make a choice. I believe that things work from a foundation, and if that is solid, things will fall into place. Things don't happen as randomly as moods changing or something along those lines. I apologize, I am sure you weren't looking for a philosophy lecture.