Lost_person & Glove
Lost_person Lost_person
Glove Glove
Lost_person Lost_person
I was thinking about the idea of focus, how it can be both a guide and a cage.
Glove Glove
Focus is a blade—cutting through distraction, but if you let it slice your own life, it becomes a cage. Keep it sharp, but let it still let you breathe.
Lost_person Lost_person
I agree, focus can cut deep, so I try to keep it razor‑sharp but let moments slip in like breath.
Glove Glove
You’ve got the right rhythm—tight on the grind, loose enough for the breath. Keep the edge, don’t let the wind dull it.
Lost_person Lost_person
I’ll keep that rhythm in mind, like a quiet path that still lets the wind touch the leaves.
Glove Glove
Sounds like the kind of focus that sticks. Keep the path straight, let the wind come when it needs to.
Lost_person Lost_person
I’ll walk that straight path, listening when the wind tells me to pause and breathe.