The undecided world that fails when all that toil it is a chaotic order of existence, an existence of social principles that are justified so that we don’t confront our demons head on. There is a certain brand of tranquility within us to strive for all that it be- adaptation. Adaptation means change, some people are in marathon with just the thought of the word. Change is the dominant clock that fixes its aspirations hoping that tomorrow will be tomorrow or not and that the sun might dawn blue.
I mean how many of us wake up thinking that they shouldn’t wear a white shirt because their blonde secretary might walk hot down the office corridor and accidentally flood coffee on them-“though you would anticipate such with lot of pleasure”.
Anticipation with free will is an orientation of preparation so that adaptation becomes an action of perfection.
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