Issac Brock was right when he said "Gravity rides everything".
And so was Thom Yorke when he said "Gravity always wins".
Gravity is ruthless, gravity is mean, gravity is hurtful, gravity is relentlessly unaccommodating.
How long can those hands raised in approval, denigration, anguish, revolt, and concurrence remain raised? How high can we fly without being eventually brought down? And even if we escape, aren't we surrounded by it elsewhere too?
Gravity is ubiquitous, it is omnipresent, it is omnipotent.
We are tied to it, and man we are tied incessantly. We thrive in its inexplicable presence, and yet, every time, we are dragged into a pit of naught, inadvertently. Every moment in life we are in a constant struggle against this unknown force. All our victories, in some ways, are triumphs against it.
The evil force that sometimes guides our temptations the right way for the good, and yet leaves us restrained most of the time. The resistance it inoculates into us, the beholding, the distraught hence, is an ever lasting conundrum.
A saviour at times, but a constant restriction that holds us back. Sometimes our plans, our dreams, ambitions, and aspirations of paramount significance turn into a tale of nothingness in the blink of an eye.
Gravity, you are spiteful.
And so was Thom Yorke when he said "Gravity always wins".
Gravity is ruthless, gravity is mean, gravity is hurtful, gravity is relentlessly unaccommodating.
How long can those hands raised in approval, denigration, anguish, revolt, and concurrence remain raised? How high can we fly without being eventually brought down? And even if we escape, aren't we surrounded by it elsewhere too?
Gravity is ubiquitous, it is omnipresent, it is omnipotent.
We are tied to it, and man we are tied incessantly. We thrive in its inexplicable presence, and yet, every time, we are dragged into a pit of naught, inadvertently. Every moment in life we are in a constant struggle against this unknown force. All our victories, in some ways, are triumphs against it.
The evil force that sometimes guides our temptations the right way for the good, and yet leaves us restrained most of the time. The resistance it inoculates into us, the beholding, the distraught hence, is an ever lasting conundrum.
A saviour at times, but a constant restriction that holds us back. Sometimes our plans, our dreams, ambitions, and aspirations of paramount significance turn into a tale of nothingness in the blink of an eye.
Gravity, you are spiteful.
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