Sunday Musing

  Life becomes a tale of personality.   Who was the person who used to be?   Is each life only a collection of memories?   When memories fade does that life fade, too?   Is it foolish to wait and see? Those who endure are those whose stories are told, retold, and resold.   Their stories build with each iteration, adding nuance and creating complications.   Each storyteller brings a bit of themself, enriching narrative and updating relevance until the stories have lives of their own.   The life that was becomes the seed for the story that will be living on. What life have you led, and what story will you become?   Time to plant.

 Choose to Accept Sometimes, life feels impossible.   It goes on anyway, with or without.   Life is a journey of discovery and acceptance.   Choices abound and confound.   It may seem harder to make choices than it is to deal with their consequences. Maybe it is better not to choose, maybe not.   Let the choice make itself; let life run its course.   Maybe, maybe not.   It is a tough choice, eh?

  Floating through eternity, while passing through nothing and all, the groundless soul has a profound peregrination and an immersion in profundity.   Who dares face such an odyssey? Are we the pilots of our journey or only the baggage?   Do we dare decide or merely ride?   Is fate our guide or merely a fanciful reflection?   Choose or be chosen.

  The band plays on without a sound, The audience just mills around. While we move on without a way, The cacophony blares for days.   Is the music too hard to hear? Are frequencies beyond the ear? Or are we deaf to warning tones, Just as we shun enlightening tomes?   Eventually, the music ends, But we go on to just pretend Until the show becomes our life Of endless misery and strife.