True Forms

The wonderful thing about incessant striving is that it constantly shifts to ensure unfailing movement. All stagnation can fizzle to an end through ulterior means or be stopped without an extrinsic force. That fire must be stoked often-- at the expense of everything you can afford to lose- and never allow it to be extinguished. I have had a bantam amount of eidolons in the past-- some fleeting, some lasting- and a few that were mere distractions from a boring, aimless waltz through certain areas of life. They all represent something I needed -- or at the least, thought I needed- to round out my life. The true forms of an anfractuous destination I thought would make me want to remain in that particular moment for all eternity.
Now I look to them to keep provoking a curiosity for all things unfamiliar. Whenever I feel that I have warranted some form of rest, as if I have earned the right due to my "setting the world on fire", they remind me that I am far from finished. I treat the nicknames with kid gloves, but continue to couch each statement with the name in mind. If we can't be intrepid with those we hold dear, we're the lowest ilk of coward. All the knowledge obtained throughout our days shows its ineffectual properties when we fail to act upon our inmost deprival.