And drift we will. Sometimes by the heavy current, other times of our own free choice. Either way, our needs are duplicated by many, never a need that hasn’t resonated somewhere else, but seemingly embraced as our own. Nothing is unique. It is pathetic how we claim to be. Once we get over that we can really get something accomplished. The repetitive nature of the sun is responsible for it all. It is the one constant that we can claim, for now anyway.
Adaptation to our lives is constantly underway as we age. It never ceases, and it never will, save for dust and ash. So we adjust to the drift, always keeping the chin above the torrent, and searching for ways to add roots to a depth that might hold us, if only for a little while. Boots on the ground, roots in the soil.
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