What constitutes the culmination of a life?
Is it the notorious defamation of what we perceive as an evil or perhaps the persistent attempt at the acquisition of infinite power or currency? Is it the pride and self-satisfaction of achievement, perhaps even a procurement of compliance to our will, even if that comes at the expense of another living being? Is it the semblance of control that we are wont to seek or is it simply the affirmation from others that we indeed exist and are seen? Is our drive to be remembered after our bodies have disseminated that controls the actions we perform today? If so, then we must ask: what exactly will we be remembered for? Or can we convince ourselves that what we do – not what we have - is indeed who we are; what we will be remembered for? Could it possibly be said that to be successful is to simply…be? To be able to live in the moment, live every moment, without giving up or giving in, even when we think there is nothing left inside for us to grasp. Could achievement be viewed as the number of sunrises that we stand amazed over the nights that we despair? Or perhaps success is inspiring others to seek what is beyond the daily affirmations of doubt that we express, into the vast beyond where passions lie. Is it possible to unveil who we are to the world or must we remain in the cloak of illusional projection? If for just one moment you actually became the thoughts in your head…would you be proud of what is revealed? Could you laugh precariously as you splash through the words and race carefree into the hope and dreams of the future? Or would you painfully suffocate in the darkness, unable to take in the very air that you need to survive in the black vacuum of your own judgement? What portrait will you be remembered for? Is it ever too late to believe in the possibility of redemption? If the sun fails to rise on the morrow…what has been the culmination of your life?
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February 2024
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