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Simply Isolated

Anybody could be imperfect, you know, though after all, we all are simply never be generous nor affectionate to anybody so perfectly, necessarily, there rarely are those nature attending ones either.


However, we should not expect only those ones. Thus, we'd simply be isolated and as it, we might regard some detachment to world itself.


If we'd want our world the substance in which anybody can be so easy, we'd better have some useful detachment to anybody except us as own "myself" and anything. That'd be not that bad.


Some appropriate distance to each other basically so important, but occasionally not that mutually indifferent behavior nor emotion could be seen so proper.


Not completely isolated, just merely neutrally indifferent, that'd be so normal.

In spite of it, we'd probably go beyond that norm, and that's our nature. We'd never deny it.


Isolated ones must know it so well.

  

We are never concerned with business nor social duty, you know. Nevertheless, we are never able to exclude any necessity around dealing with socially necessary doing even at holiday.


In final, we all are just ambivalent and contradictory totalled presence, even if each of us is very powerless.


To these serially mentioned things, we merely can know and accept that we might only seek after relatively undeniable truth at each occasion.


Never despaired nor never arrogantly narcissistic but simultaneously merely easily interactive to everything, only the still mindset is so far not that worse.


Simply, separably alone and lonely is so natural.

Not that significantly easy, rather just so somewhat necessarily easy, that could be ordinary.


And more to that half mature, half immature, not that premature, those entirely coverable state's sustenance could be better at no following only ideal, because being at ideal must be at each occasion, very arbitrarily done. Because we are never following only notionally significant criterion.


Positively to not that perfection, we must be easy in some not nasty composed mind. We are all so creatively uninteresting and unremarkable ordinary things' favorable ones.


(Irregularly continued)




Oct. 31st., Nov. 3rd