Questions… Choices…

To be or not to be…. To do or not to do… To think or not to think… To let go or not to let go… To be brave or not to be brave… Are some of the questions that I daily struggle with… Sometimes I make the right choice…sometimes I don’t… But darned right I make them… No one and nothing can take that away from me even if the question is to give up or not to give up… That’s the only thing that I have. The choice! So however muddled it might be…. It’s mine to make…

Will…

Get on with your life – says everyone… But how do you do so when you are stuck on the same old questions that have been plaguing you all of your existence… Do you just forget them? Or let go of them? Or make your peace with them? What do you do?

Peace – the elusive siren with her enslaving song… There she goes, on her merry way, snaring the wary and the unwary alike in her thrall… I hear her from a safe distance… And yet she’s made her stay in my being… I yearn for her, neither strongly nor softly, just enough that I can’t repose without making her my own…

Ah Peace! Where art thou? I question and crave your being, your existence… Yet, I’m yours, ever willingly…