To Choose or Not.

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.