temporary feelings bring fleeting desperation in rocky waters you hold fast to anything that feels like truth and security, even for a moment.
if the waves stopped for each ship that passed how long would it take to get anywhere? if we acted on each impulse we had how often would we oscillate between left and right, east and west up and down, north and south before you arrived home?
you can take one step forward and two steps back you can move from side to side evasively, like the crab, but if so you cannot be riddled with impatience at the speed of your progression
any hasty action or cutting of corners could never match up to the reward that comes from what you see through and to its bitter end. but you are not there, not even close.
before pulling out your pinchers in defense of whatever predator you imagine would pierce through your tough exterior remember your path is the fertile ground you walk, and not the one way over there
but you find joy in this little dance you do because you don’t need to go as fast as you’ve been going and it’s okay to slow down to appreciate the view.