Cogently contradictory

 

I walk in anticipation,

Of the ever present beauty,

I await in apprehension,

Of the things falling apart.

 

I soar in joy, along with,

The many stories of triumph,

I shed copious tears,

At the thought of the others.

 

I breeze through in ease,

At some daily tasks,

I struggle hard and long,

With other demands at hand.

 

A big bag of paradoxes,

Is all I seem to be,

But Inimitably unique,

Is was I intend to stay.