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About Me:
It's hard to say who I am, I'm constantly changing. The past gives you an identity and the future holds the promise of salvation, of fulfillment in whatever form. Both are illusions. It is impossible for you to take power over the future because it isn't even real. We did not come to fear the future. We came here to shape it. We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there is always tomorrow.
So many times I think of death and see how many fear, but for me it's just a journey with heaven drawing near. When I close my eyes at night and in my sleep, time passes by; I think of death as just that way, with life in dreams when I die. Though in life, I always wake, in death I will wake too, but it will be another world; The one I pass into. A world where no more tears are shed nor goodbyes are ever said; With my loved ones I will stay and never more get out of bed.
Beyond this realm, I seem to see and reach to touch forgotten years. How old my soul, it seems to be, as if it lived in other spheres. Fragments seep beyond the veil; Forgotten wisdom of long ago. Like a candle with a far off flame; I seem to see it faintly glow. Old music connects within my heart as if it were a part of me. Is it my soul, the words remembered that draws me to its melody? What in the past that keeps it sad; In this melancholy state of malaise. This state of sorrow that seems to linger; Upon the soul so heavily weighs.
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