Easier Said Than Done

The tongue, a nimble acrobat, leaps across the chasm, a phrase so light, a breath released: easier said than done. It dances on air, unburdened by the weight of calloused hands, of sleepless nights, of the stubborn resistance the world throws back. The mind, a swift architect, constructs the solution in gleaming lines, a blueprint flawless on digital skin. Just do this. Simply change that. It sketches the effortless execution, ignoring the tangled roots of habit, of fear, the inertia that clings like damp earth. The heart, a hopeful engine, ignites with the vision, a future painted in strokes of swift success. Imagine the feeling. Picture it finished. It forgets the slow burn of frustration, the ache in muscles protesting, the whisper of doubt that erodes resolve. So the words hang there, bright and brittle, while the body, the mind, the spirit grapple with the than done, the vast, unmapped territory between the saying and the being. A silent testament to the chasm where intention falters, and reality breathes its heavy truth. ©bfa042425