It's strange why we meet the people we do. As random as the universe really seems. There is some deep undervalued pattern harbored by her, muffled with her jarring chaos. There is a secret behind her every move and each of her warnings. There is reason.
There is no regret in things done, undone, things we think we should have done. There is no regret, because the universe will have it no other way. The possibilities are limitless, unforeseen and unforeseeable. The possibilities are haunting. The possibilities exist. And there is but one path to be taken; and it is simply the one that you took.
The universe likes to make us believe that there are no strings attached in this puppet life we feel gifted to have found ourselves in. We forget though, that there was no choice in our coming. There is no choice in our going. And no choice at all in the mess in between.
She chuckles while she watches us "try". Sometimes... she pities us; but she wont dare let the jig be up. We're all the entertainment she's got.
We carry on though, masquerading with our lives; attending one ball after the other. With eyes well hidden and a protected heart; marching forward into unknown time, ticking ever so slowly in unaccounted for seconds, seeping forward, right into the chaos.
There's no telling why we meet the people we do, and why we do the things we do. There's no telling why the universe won't just tell us we have no choice, right at the very beginning, instead of alluding us toward that final truth of choice-less-ness with her almost invisible messages lit up by dimming neon lights.
All that's left now, is waiting. For the next scene, the next act, new entrances. Some grand, some quiet. All that's left now is a costume change, a different set up and better lines. All that's left is for the puppeteer to drag us...now to the left.. and now right. Until that final exit even before we're ready.
But there's no complaining, the Universe would have it no other way.
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There is no regret in things done, undone, things we think we should have done. There is no regret, because the universe will have it no other way. The possibilities are limitless, unforeseen and unforeseeable. The possibilities are haunting. The possibilities exist. And there is but one path to be taken; and it is simply the one that you took.
The universe likes to make us believe that there are no strings attached in this puppet life we feel gifted to have found ourselves in. We forget though, that there was no choice in our coming. There is no choice in our going. And no choice at all in the mess in between.
She chuckles while she watches us "try". Sometimes... she pities us; but she wont dare let the jig be up. We're all the entertainment she's got.
We carry on though, masquerading with our lives; attending one ball after the other. With eyes well hidden and a protected heart; marching forward into unknown time, ticking ever so slowly in unaccounted for seconds, seeping forward, right into the chaos.
There's no telling why we meet the people we do, and why we do the things we do. There's no telling why the universe won't just tell us we have no choice, right at the very beginning, instead of alluding us toward that final truth of choice-less-ness with her almost invisible messages lit up by dimming neon lights.
All that's left now, is waiting. For the next scene, the next act, new entrances. Some grand, some quiet. All that's left now is a costume change, a different set up and better lines. All that's left is for the puppeteer to drag us...now to the left.. and now right. Until that final exit even before we're ready.
But there's no complaining, the Universe would have it no other way.
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