Whoever himself sits and leans into the arrangement, seeking approval or care, is eager to be accepted or to be among those who seek reassurance. He, however, stands at the edge, carrying the weight, bringing structure to the margins.
He stands pure in pursuit of purpose. Strong yet free, with ease and grace. His presence shapes the flow, offering support as harmony unfolds.
Yet, he alone would choose to do what is right, even when the pleasure fades — for he knows no greater burden than causing harm or bearing the pain of truth
He sits quietly, poised in alignment, as if drawn into the structure by some gentle urgency, seeking order amidst uncertainty. The balance is maintained by those who frame the edges, giving form to the fringe.
He stands with a pure heart, guided by purpose. Graceful and unbound, he moves freely. The rhythm of life flows, and presence brings calm strength.
And yet, there are those who do what is right simply because it is right — not for reward, but because causing harm is unbearable, and bearing truth is sacred
