Do we really have a choice?
Are we able to overcome the
genetics that rule us; unseen codes that lead us onward into that future of our
misguided dreams?
No matter how hard we try, our
destiny is sealed; the future is the same for all of us on this orb.
Should we even try?
Making the destinies that we
desire is an illusion, a somber trip that lulls us into believing we are more
than a speck of dust in this multitude of mountains and valleys.
Is it real or is it a reality of
our choosing?
The older I get the more I
believe that every human is the same-- a number of heartbeats, doing the job that feeds us
and pays our bills; nourishing ourselves; giving and receiving love and praying
to our deity of choice.
But is there more?
Can this life have more meaning
than that, and if it doesn’t, can that still be OK?
This reality is the only one we
have; the only future we make is the one we build piece by piece and day by
day; but do not be fooled into thinking all of our choices are our own.
The blood and bones and DNA that
pulses through us all guides us forward like a seeing eye dog into a reality
that is blind to our choosing; some choices are only revealed through a pattern
of calculated mysteries.
We know our destiny, yet we
travel on; optimistic but knowing the future is a dark place with only hope to
take us by the hand and lead us to that place of rest.
Try and escape your genetics if
you must, but know it is an invisible force that betrays your sense of the real
and the righteous; it controls us more than we know.
The future is a bright and
burning sun that flames and then is no more.
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