Everything is Nothing but Everything

to die into nothingness, to be what I used to think was the result of all this living, an end to the ride that you paid for by being born, only to eventually fade into oblivion.  that sounds so much easier than actually believing in a reality that one does something with.

not merely the attainment of human goals, of endless over consumption of resources and the accumulation of coloured paper, that supposedly connotes wealth.  when the only thing to do here is to find a sense of balance and peace within.

there is no right way or wrong way about one’s approach, for it is all just an endless learning experience, wrought with opportunities for happiness and misery.  the final choice is always yours for the making.  don’t kid yourself that there is any other way by feeling sorry for yourself or projecting blame outwards at whatever other is convenient.

this life is about breathing and dying and gleaning something from those moments in between, some emotional movement, an alignment of energy, a simple shift in perspective, no way to really tell from this side but I suspect one knows when and if it ever syncs up.  if not quite cognitively, then intuitively and nearly impossible to translate to others.

become that which you already know exists inside, project that love and that light upon itself and then it will shine beyond the border of the vessel, that you have previously believed yourself limited to be.  so be, whatever that is for you and live the life you love, love the life you live.