More often then we would like to admit, we reject the disagreeable thoughts that drift into our minds. We force those intuitive knocks into the corners where we fail to reside. By consequence, one wonders in their moments of realizing cessation…that their life may have never truly been. It is these moments that flutter like feathers, that pass ever so lightly and drift ever so far…that we brush ourselves closer than ever to the death that will never escape. It is in these reflections, where true life can also commence. Ever so delicate are these threads, which weave meaning into our existence. When is it then that we can realize, that it is far easier to fissure this thread…then to carefully look and contemplate where they are and how we may theorize overriding them. How we can live despite them. How we can thrive symbiotically and finally see…that all the threads will become a cocoon, where one may be reborn. This is that delicate balance, between choosing that which we ignore and living accordingly. In this breath we choose our path to fate…failing to realize it was in fact, a choice to begin to live.
The Above is a link discussing how we may in fact choose death by accepting it. There are in fact metaphors on where complacency while chosen or not…may eventually lead you on a journey you least expect.
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