Go with the Flow

 

Do what we are told, or try to be bold.  It takes more effort to be free, to live by choice, to forge our own way.  Easier it be to follow the crowd, to slide towards seduction, and to yield to pressure.  Paths of least resistance lead nowhere.

So, where are we going anyway?

If the ends justify the means, and there are no ends in sight, what does all of this mean?  What if that light at the end of the tunnel is merely a reflection of our own light? 

Then, tomorrow becomes just another today, and yesterday fades into a distant memory.  Now, that is easy, but easy just bleeds us dry, and we never find out why.  Why?

Life is an enigma, and living is the only way to seek the answer.  If we do not need to know the truth, maybe we do not need to live at all.  However, the hardest part of life is when the answer finally arrives, and becomes the focus of our existence.

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