Ambitious minds,
Bodies inadequate to fulfill its desires.
It's a balancing act—deliberately we must tread.
Failure makes a point.
****** yourself in the perplexity of the world,
And you catch yourself Bleeding,
Trying to hold on to your spilled guts.
Eminence differs.
Stay on the sidelines, bench warmed, gluteal atrophy.
While you ponder what all these struggles are for, a cascade of opportunities fly by, and life's kisses elude you.
Yin and yang, as they say—discover that delicate balance of Skepticism and audacity, hope and despair, love and scorn.
Lest, you fall off the tightrope of life and into the pit of aimlessness.