Choosing to die is unnecessary. You do not have to choose death, sooner or
later it will choose you. But to live,
that is something you must choose. There
is no assurance that you will exist from one moment to the next. At some point, even if you choose to live you
will not. If you are going to put some
energy into a choice, choose to live.
And if you continue to breathe, at least you know that it is, in part,
due to your choice. And when you no
longer choose to live just stop.
Life is a deceit, a pretty one
admittedly but a deceit all the same. It
is fragile and often impossible to maintain but quite worthy of your best
effort. Death is so much more honest;
simple, straight forward, permanent, easy.
Life takes a lot of effort; all the choices, all the pitfalls, all the
unknowns, all the obscure traps. Death’s
not like life, one choice and wham, it’s over; no more struggling, no more
surprises, no more mistakes, no more responsibilities. No more having to choose.
Each time I wake it is a new
day, a new life.
Each time I go to sleep the old
day, the old life, disappears.
The meaning is not contained in
the words.
The words can be written a
thousand times and if no one understands the meaning
it is as if they had not
been.
The meaning resides in you.
Why is there something rather
than nothing?
If there was nothing you
wouldn’t be asking that question.
If you are infinite, without
end, and all you create is finite
how do you feel when your creations pass
away?
There is always a clear path
forward
although it may not be the path you prefer.
