Monday, September 18
i am the manifestation of all the choices that i made in my life
the sum of a series
a progression through time
meaning is what i make of my life
it is what i choose to place my faith in
it is the light that i throw upon my circumstance
life is maddening sometimes
most cling on to what they have with quiet desperation
some scream, some boast, some wail
in a boisterous cacophony
an orchestra of jarring dissension
a mad rush to the top
where we are greeted with stone walls and marbled silence
a search for lost meaning
chase a wild goose
with frantic despair.
we clutch on to the trickling sand of temporality
counting possessions in as being
wealth amassed as the value etched to our souls
when we run away from the truth
in fear of its colossal power
we choose not to choose
we choose fame
we choose power
we choose things in the world
things to satisfy the gaping void in our hearts
the hunger and the thirst
we chase after brands
after money
and all that it can buy
we buy the chains
the chains of bondage
in fear of freedom and truth
the chains weigh us down
and we cling to them like precious gold and treasure
together we sink in a watery grave
the meaning of my life is what i choose to make of it
the line that joins my past, present and future
across my possible states of existence
i am condemned with the burden to choose how the line is to be drawn
i draw my world line
with God by my side
He guides my path, and makes them straight
He gives me strength if ever i should falter
He is my refuge, in Him i find peace and rest.
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