This present moment of no return. Stuck in a paradox in a time line gently preserving only to move forward, feeling, touching, yearning. The arrow of time comes with a responsibility in decision making. Prudent choices based on the probabilities and the consequences of the outcomes.
We deem to live full, creating a reality which is a construct of our minds and souls, both of which are indefinite to explore further. The exploration is not only outwards, our exploration within is also a tale of no end. The growth beyond this world, needs to be accompanied by the growth within.
Our disregards to the past, stubborn defiance toward who we were, shame and pride at the same time. Equally guilty and most divinely innocent. Our duality of perception, our everlasting conflict of existence. Who we were, and what might we become.
And then a sudden arousal occurs, and this cycle of ours is rebooting. To find facing the same challenges as before, black screen all over again. Our benevolent nature is about to become cruel, again. And we keep careful records of our past, so what do we learn from it?
We’re haunted by our cycles of behavior. Our psyche is indeed a marvelous natural phenomenon, but it works in cycles, our ups and downs.
Perhaps it’s that melancholic drive within, a subconscious nostalgia for the slavery, because we lose ourselves in freedom.
