Thrive

There are things that make up tick

That make us plod along

Then there are the things that make us thrive

To know them

Truthfully

Might surprise and scare you

Conflict is what makes me thrive, I know not why

I just know I don’t feel more alive than in those moments where it’s all on the line

The elation of what makes us thrive

It’s addictive and thus we seek it

Be it good, bad or indifferent

We need it

Like a drug, it calls to us.

What are we to do?

Deny our needs and very nature to conform, to become one of the meek

Or do we just given in to it, to the desire

Perplexing

Isn’t it.

 

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