There is a kind of immorality in absolute power of eternity. Flowered mountains have caused rock fall. Perpetually changing environment influence all. Some plants flourish in conditions where others don’t. Some humbled attempt to quit, while others won’t. The tides doth diminish & rise again. Pyramids have been conjured through writing of a pen.
Sometimes a person wishes to be elsewhere far, but rather must be content with where they are. Actions may be repeated if not initially done right as opportunities abound, but are often out of sight. What is life but a garden bright & green? What is the future but a forest yet unseen? What are mysteries but where we haven’t been? Can any decipher what perpetual fate could mean? Humbly thank God for existence as of today’s date. Reverting to lamenting past will happiness dissuade. Even tiny creatures have capacity to become great. Anything is possible in some whimsical twist of fate. No great things happened suddenly more than would. No desire was quenched any more than fate could. For flowers first to blossom could be considered good; fruit plucked before ripened could worsen the mood. Patience is a virtue, so it’s understood.