What is life? Life is a moving montage of unscripted scenes rotating through our daily memories, written by our daily living. Scenes which we try to duplicate or deny; rewind or revoke; edit or eject; depending on the result of the final climatic ending. Not the grand finale, but the transitional moments between scenes, which lead to the ultimate scroll of the final credits.
The moments where we meet that special someone, in that most unusual place, never realizing that a magnetic attraction drew both together from miles apart. Special moments where eyes connect and words exchange over audio aphrodisiac. Magnetic moments where some life force wakes, beckons, and compels two souls, from two cities, to meet in a quiet jazz club as momentary strangers.
A strange force that pushes pre –presidential candidates to volunteer in community outreach programs; later leading down a yellow bricked road directed at the White House. A constant feeling of mental pushes, with the strength of a Jedi. A jolt of one’s subconscious to make a last minute turn down a side road, unknowingly evading a massive accident.
We are somehow driven by simple twists of fate that lead to discoveries of new restaurants, bags of unclaimed wealth, or secret hideaways reserved for solitude and meditation.
Whether we embrace these compulsions and live sporadically, or calculate each step beyond ones gut feeling, remains the choice. The choice of living to die or dying to live is still a choice.
Although we do not choose to live, we choose our life. We choose to stop or proceed. We choose to give or take. We choose to exist or expire. We choose to film or cut. Erase or edit. We do not choose how it begins but we eventually choose how it ends. Life is a choice. What choice will you make, with your LIFE.
The moments where we meet that special someone, in that most unusual place, never realizing that a magnetic attraction drew both together from miles apart. Special moments where eyes connect and words exchange over audio aphrodisiac. Magnetic moments where some life force wakes, beckons, and compels two souls, from two cities, to meet in a quiet jazz club as momentary strangers.
A strange force that pushes pre –presidential candidates to volunteer in community outreach programs; later leading down a yellow bricked road directed at the White House. A constant feeling of mental pushes, with the strength of a Jedi. A jolt of one’s subconscious to make a last minute turn down a side road, unknowingly evading a massive accident.
We are somehow driven by simple twists of fate that lead to discoveries of new restaurants, bags of unclaimed wealth, or secret hideaways reserved for solitude and meditation.
Whether we embrace these compulsions and live sporadically, or calculate each step beyond ones gut feeling, remains the choice. The choice of living to die or dying to live is still a choice.
Although we do not choose to live, we choose our life. We choose to stop or proceed. We choose to give or take. We choose to exist or expire. We choose to film or cut. Erase or edit. We do not choose how it begins but we eventually choose how it ends. Life is a choice. What choice will you make, with your LIFE.
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