As I step back I see what might be, though I feel I have no choice... Once a motion is set, it is difficult for it to halt or deviate... its momentum propels it forward, unrelenting on its course. I wonder what lays in its wake.
My outlook is perhaps undoubtedly shaped by my psyche, though it matters not... for the world and existence continues regardless.
I'm told that one may think of life as a dance, and I wonder if I might be beating the drum, or the drummer is beating me... or perhaps I'm neither and simply the vibration. Not as it matters, known or unknown it continues.
Perhaps a final thought, why can one not be all things constantly or alternatively, for is the vibration not the drummer, and the drum not the vibration by its design and very creation.