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Restless

Restless

When the equilibrium is occasionally mislaid many become so critical and dissatisfied it makes them fraught, 
they start reconsidering their position and status because they haven't done what the vast majority do,
they've become bitter toward the few for no good reason because they didn't amount to as much and are aggrieved. 
Then the failed ones are wanting but never asking themselves why suddenly they long for the attainments of others,
then authenticity becomes an imposter that thinks like a charlatan who's void of skill and qualification,
but the unambitious  never needed definition by a vocation,
the undemanding has no raison d' etre or loyalty to anyone.
Some are so humbled they've found out what tranquility really is and much prefer performing manual labour,
not everybody wants a profession or a title to find enrichment,
not everybody wants prestige to get admiration,
some don't have a popular profile that gets them noticed,
some stay in the background and aren't in competition with anyone.
They know all materialistic matters are not long lasting and what's being presented to them isn't that crucial.

A Thearta Production*
2021

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