The Truth Doesn’t Need Us
It just is.
Like water, what will be will be: iterations may alter the path, but the destination is set — long before it began.
The only true battle is against time.
With infinite time, we will exhaust the permutations and end as ourselves — aligned with creation and purpose.
But time is time. And like truth, it doesn’t need us.
It just is.
Like water or sand, it flows.
It’s easier to fight the current: it gives existence a superficial meaning that assails the human senses — like a well trained thespian — the flux tricks most into a sense of accomplishment.
A little money. A little fame. A little love. A little dream. Republican. Dem. Independent.
Little, like measurements, is variable.
As infinite as we may be, our time isn’t. Conveniently, it’s this constraint that produces extraordinary exudates of the human kind — aptly labeled: heroes, survivors, leaders, other monikers crafted to bestow upon such time benders.
We may yet learn to travel time, but there are many who will never need to.
They’ve chosen to let the truth of why they are, and their allotted time guide their existence.
Glorious, isn’t it?
And quite frankly, basic: by letting go of who we want to become, and who we were, we become who we are.
By letting go of the future — and the past — we own the present.