Like the pendulum of a metronome one can swing between extremes of a spectrum and only passingly feel that balanced centered calm.
Many mistake the need that drives them are motivated towards affection, ambition and a myriad of other emotions or worldly things when really the essence of that elusive, endless want has always and will always be for repose —which is divine in nature.
The calm amidst joy, the calm amidst control, even at the contradictory apex of a thrill there is repose.
Life is riddled with anxiety. Repose; that momentary stillness, is the pinnacle of satiation and its constant absence can only be described as torture.
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