The Ending Is The End. Options

[tammy54]

Perhaps, life is not such an exuberance- perhaps; we can create our own world to dignify things in ourselves that need to be praised. Some where between birth and death we find ourselves, our true selves, in which we can only experience in time- in that blasted time we portray in all our endeavors. This is only the way we can become all that we can be, all that we can do and live and love. Our silk sheets that our body is- is nothing but the means we create. Nothing can take that away. Perhaps, yes, maybe we can find our heaven that we so dream of in this world and in this time. The road we begin is the road we choose to take. The spinning cycle that we lose ourselves in is that forever-ending fight that we can find how strong we are. We can cast ourselves in our own play and become any character we choose to be; that is what we choose, no one else. Our simplistic goal and vibration of life is what we need to go on.