We may find the pieces stripped from us hopefully in going back to the places we briefly stepped through. In defiance of what will always dwell beyond our human reach What really happens.....does time drain our significance? Do we leave a bit of ourselves with every experience of passing time?. Who exactly are we from the starting point of eternity. Full beings, untainted.... We cannot live twice. Is it possible to find what we've lost.... No matter how brief it has been. Is our fight a divergence from the fearsome threat of loneliness..... The fear of never achieving...as time flies its course. Life seems so preoccupied with 'accidents' rather than chance, brimming with the waning desire to fall away.
In youth we live as if immortality reigned, unaware of the great expanse between our human ability to grasp the unknown and what Is real to the mortal.
The decisive moments in life...are rocked with a simplicity that undermines the consequence of those turns. A philosopher once said "every decision is a step away from a completely new life". When life changes its course ...unfolding its revolutionary newness, surprising even life itself. Is it true then to say that there's one life? Man still searches for a fitting description to life, continually resisting the inevitable. Almost as though in pursuit of the wind, hoping to catch it in the holes of a straw basket.
The elusive desire to find some answers, leaves a deeper sense of anxiety than the knowledge of the truth to those deep quests.
The truth is befitting...deeply befitting, the truth is the 'truth' will probably stay tucked away in the bed rock of the unknown.
Phoebe :-)
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