I wish I was not so fickle.

Attention a razor thin line I use like a blade.

Carving out a path immediately before me.

But there are times when it becomes so thin it disappears.

Then I am left to wander alone or find a different path.

Trying to make up for the difference of the blade in other ways.

***

Maybe I do not miss the blade as much as I hate the change.

Adapting over and over again.

Paths that start and stop over and over again.

A maze of my own making.

Never feeling like I make any progress in a particular direction.

Losing my tool over and over again just to find it elsewhere.

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I have to believe that the maze has an exit.

It is the only way I keep my head.

That there is some bigger design I do not see or obstacles I cut around.

That my effort is all that matters.

Even if I cannot get the destination I want to.

That there is a better one just out of view and I carved a beautiful picture reaching it.