Mistake

I often wonder if this longing will ever fade. If there is some sort of divine plan in the works… if every person walks their own path… I just wish I could discern my destination. There seems to be limitless alternatives, limitless directions in which to go… and they all stem from the same set of circumstances because a person cannot go back. A person cannot return to their past and retrace their steps to a different end. Every single situation, every moment that we live shapes our futures, shapes our ultimate destiny. Without those building blocks, without those experiences, a person could be slightly or entirely different. Every day is a lesson, every movement a choice… every single thing in life is subjective. There are no right or wrong answers. Answers are not to be sought, that is not the purpose of this life, of this existance. The only reason we have left to continue living is the hope that one day, the right decision will be made that will lead us to our salvation. That for which we have always strived that has never quite been in reach. Some people never find out enough about themselves to truly understand what that is. The nature of our true selves can teach us that happiness is overrated, happiness, as we see it, may not exist at all. It is all in the way daily life is lived and leads us to the conclusion that we are insignificant and, ultimately, alone in this universe. Why do we struggle so trying to define and shape our realities when the truth is right in front of us? There is no spoon. This life is short and pointless the only way to make it worth living is to find that without which you cannot live, the other half of your heart. Every person everywhere knows when they feel complete, whole. Some never even get to taste that feeling. The immensity of this realization frightens people, drives them away from the true meaning of their lives. Only later, when it is too late, do they realize their mistake.