A Message on Fate

Perhaps we humans are akin to dogs chained to a tree by a leash, caught on a perpetual chase for a squirrel just out of reach—an endless cycle of leaping, striving, falling, as if reaching for an unattainable dream. Because all the intricacies of eternity that brought us to this precise moment—this moment that transcends the infinitude of dimensions encompassed within space-time—could only hope to bring us away from our dreamless reveries. Because all the pulling and reaching loosened our leashes just enough to attain the freedom that enabled us to diverge from the squirrels we so yearned to capture. Because the only freedom we ever possessed and so attained, occurred within the concentric circles skillfully positioned around a tree we could never see, while tethered by a leash that never existed, and so we became the dogs we never were.  

On Freedom

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What It Means to be Free

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They say you’re free

as long as you can elude

your hunter,

But I think true freedom comes

not by evading, but 

when your hunter cannot close

the distance.

You are only free

when you become unreachable.

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Walls of Glass

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Maybe it’s time

to shatter the illusion

of perceived peace

For walls of glass

are the cruelest barrier

But holding on 

to the broken shards 

Only creates scars

And putting them together

veils the truth 

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