Kaleidoscope Life, Always Ahead

Every shift feels like a misaligned gear, so I’m tightening tolerances before the colors blur. My planner insists on a step‑by‑step protocol, yet the kaleidoscope keeps throwing curveballs. Still, the relentless pattern keeps my focus razor‑sharp.

The swirl feels like an antique mirror, reflecting familiar shapes with new hues, yet the core remains. In the midst of this endless shift, I find solace in the steady rhythm of yesterday’s mornings.