for reasons beyond my knowledge,
we tend to gravitate towards
Similitude in many aspects of life.
The human notion of comprehension
and completion tend
to indicate some sort of worldly end goal
that we must work to complete.
All despite the public,
yet subconscious knowledge of the fact that,
to the desires and necessities of this world,
there is, no end.
Yet, for some odd and dispensing reason,
we assume that as our age increases,
the closer we have gotten to it.
To some knowledge. To some happiness.
To some tranquility. To some understanding
which in reality, is all subjective,
and all susceptible – no,
determined,
to fluctuate.