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I believe in flourishing, yet I am average
I do not know what to achieve, in order to flourish
I wish for good, and for good things, to have
But I hide my head in spite of fair character
The external satisfactions of our worldly infrastructure
They are not evil, just shallow
And it does no harm to indulge gently
I strive for sense of righteous virtue
Not just for me, but for those with, and opposed to me
Who know me, and judge me
With every stretch of imagination
I want to live in a human way
As humanity is all that I've been gifted with
To live well is human desire
And therefore the human way
Somewhat materialistic, somewhat secure
But in touch with humanity, and their happiness
Their shine and their sparkle, their seclusion
Their loneliness
Their need for sound and sight, for bright lights
For explosions
For the loss of blood and the welling of tears
And the glitter of coin and the ruffle of paper
They are sad, but evolving
And a need for material lust is their vampiric monotony
The mechanical percussion
The shape-shifting mass
The loose lips that dominate cultures
And turn everything rotten
Or is this something like Eudaimonia?
Or something like horror
Or something like a dumpster
Infested with every sickly mechanism
That break things down or grind bones dusted
Dissolving something valuable
That only seems sensible
As part of the whole
Like happiness, flourishing
The sense of all is well
The right, the wrong, the balance between
The proper end to some words.
Eudaimonia.
