The physical remains in the realm of the physical.
The mental lies solely within the mind.
The spiritual exists only in a place we can not reach.
The emotional forever intangible.
Such are the basics under which life operates on. The guiding principle for a life that is in fact a success.
So if we accept that to mean success. Then what does failure mean?
Simple. Failure is when the four corners merge and the borders between them grow diluted. When one's start and the other's end is nowhere to be seen. When all that remains is one giant mess.
Thus, would it be accurate to call my life a failure? I, who fight day and night to corral the individuals into their proper places in an attempt to re-establish, live in such a state of chaos. When it finally seems like all the pieces of the puzzle are about to be put together and once again take their original form, one rogue piece decides to throw it all out of order again. Leaving me helpless as I watch life undo itself before my very eyes, I unable to grasp even the smallest part.
When the physical penetrates the mental.
When the mental invades the spiritual.
When the spiritual harasses the emotional.
When the emotional causes ill on the physical.
Failure Occurs.
I stare now at a puzzle with one last chance to re-assemble it. And I've been giving an idea of how to solve it this time. But as I set out to work on it, the ethereal hand of despair grasps unto my very existence and threatens death itself.
The physical falls ill.
The mental disintegrates into chaos.
The spiritual grows tainted.
The emotional dissolves into dread.
What then? When utter disarray befalls all aspects and no refuge remains, what awaits?
If only I was as strong as I act. Then maybe this cacophonous symphony would be set straight.
For now, only my masks remain as a source of strength. Hopefully the lies will turn into a source of power. Until then I stumble around once again.
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