Revelation

This might be one of the smallest things, the most blatant of it all, yet mostly it is the planks, the blemishes of dusts in one's eye that one cannot see, and it is a heave of relief that at least speck by speck, something has been hacked.


If the sky crashes, one looks for larks.


One's results are not good enough, so one menacingly throw one(self) inside more books. 


One's family turns sour, so one burns bridges. 


One's pockets are not big enough, so one digs a hole in it.  


One hits upon a snail, so one kicks it. 


Until the end, everything has been stripped off till a bark, its only one left. Ok, so every exhaust system has been expended, every escape plan has been crossed out, what can one do now? Like reaching upon the dead end of a maze, every surface and path blocked out. There seems to be nothing left, only one. It seems to be a signal, to one, (that one should never overlook at), that nothing is going to change, it can only be one; (in the perspective in the grinding or in the physical or literally). Only then it is the "better". It seems to be the hard truth, of life, and probably one's purpose, that nothing is ever 'good', only "one" can make it good. Therefore one has to head it this way, making 'one' good, and from there goodness can leak out, transforming the things and influencing the people. Nothing is ever good.