Stagnant and unmoving. Two words that describe both the water in the pictures above and certain moments that persist in my adolescent existence. Stagnant water is toxic; it is the result of accumulating algae and cultural eutrophication. You can’t see through it and everything is clouded beneath a murky layer of green.
Stagnant is my life when I allow myself to cling to unrealistic expectations that are out of my control. When I allow negative thoughts to marinate in my mind. When I allow toxic relationships to take over.
So stop stagnation. Remain in motion.