What
should you do when a realization of sorts awaits you, like a person quietly
walking up to your door and about to knock? What do you do when that
realization is something you'd want to be hit with later, somewhere in future,
in good time and when you’ve spent a few more seasons on this earth.
The realization's waiting outside, its presence has been sensed by you, for you can see the hovering shadow of its dense existence outside the door of your acceptance.
You've had thousands of people nudge you, to think, to consider; some even spelt it out for you-- but you let it go. Why? ‘Cause the subject of that realization had dismissed its rationality. Its proof is its being.
And you want it to go, you are asking the reality to scamper away, so that life would be easy and pleasant for the two of you, without troublesome shenanigans you'd still be at that safe harbor, with nothing to risk, and everything gained. Well, almost everything.
Now, what do you do.....when the very subject of that realization nudges you to rewind and realize in the past, but doesn't ask you to alter the present and yet promises a future?
What do you do, when the only answer whispered through that door is simple; What is meant to be, will be.
While somebody, is waiting, beyond that door?
The realization's waiting outside, its presence has been sensed by you, for you can see the hovering shadow of its dense existence outside the door of your acceptance.
You've had thousands of people nudge you, to think, to consider; some even spelt it out for you-- but you let it go. Why? ‘Cause the subject of that realization had dismissed its rationality. Its proof is its being.
And you want it to go, you are asking the reality to scamper away, so that life would be easy and pleasant for the two of you, without troublesome shenanigans you'd still be at that safe harbor, with nothing to risk, and everything gained. Well, almost everything.
Now, what do you do.....when the very subject of that realization nudges you to rewind and realize in the past, but doesn't ask you to alter the present and yet promises a future?
What do you do, when the only answer whispered through that door is simple; What is meant to be, will be.
While somebody, is waiting, beyond that door?
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