Hello or goodbye.
Are we truly honest with ourselves when we ask such questions about what it means to live and love. That's what I wonder as I watch cars passing by. If we were honest would we continue down the path we find ourselves? Or would we snap out of the false dreams of culture driven nirvana, awakening to the possibility that we already have everything we need. Casting off the shackles of self-serving attainment to focus on the needs of our ailing mother. Connecting ourselves back to the oneness from whence we came and in the process with each other. That's where my hope lies. That we will one day give up on hubris and hate and once again see the beauty in everything that is, even pain. But these hopes are far-off in the distance of my thoughts. I'm trapped, just like you. Prisoner to a machine that rumbles and churns with a life of its own, taking us to an unknown destination.
[Inspired by Terra Naomi's Goodbye Letters.]