September is drawing to an end and in the final days of this often misunderstood month I find an unexpected guest entering my present, upending certain things that for a brief period of time, hung in the balance. Or perhaps they never really did. Despite the gratification of a fruitful month, there is unwelcome commotion surfacing, latching on to the forefront of my mind. I have stopped hustling and bustling only to find myself (almost) knee-deep in a pit between two precipices I was unsuspectingly sinking into. There was some elation in the initial reverie of it all but like all else, it fades and loses its grandeur and you find yourself caught between a rock and a hard place. It started from what was but the beginning of a spiral into the strangest miscellany of push meets pull where every fragment is a shrouded mist. Perhaps the flaw lies with not having seemly expectations. I have also unknowingly allowed this turbulence in my conscious mind to tip over to my reality, influencing it and all the people whom I have come to cross. While I have not overestimated my current capacity, I find myself going off my usual bearings, slightly jarred by my few brazen stunts of the past couple of days. But that turbulence has also brought forth a shift in my disposition, which had a negative constant that remained despite having grown so much for so long. It expelled that constant, creating a positive spirit which I was worried would never be mine again.

As of now, I can only hope that in the coming weeks, I will be able to climb out of that hard place between those two precipices.