The realization that life is moving with or without me is slightly creeping in on me. Choices are like instant destinations, a road that may not be easily paved; a constant reminder of dreams. Dreams can be forgotten, neglected, or worse, judged.
The things I do, choices I make should come intentionally from my heart and leave no regrets. They should be based on my knowledge of life and love of the world, my understanding. Willingness to give of myself but not all of myself.
If I could make a star and place it in the sky, I would if it meant something of mine would serve a purpose for the world. A light of beauty for all to enjoy. No matter the work, the labor, the eternities of time that would be inevitable, it would all be worth it.
Choices are no more a dream than a single star serves as light. My dreams cannot be forgotten because that means no one would benefit from my place.
I like the peaceful reflection your posts effortlessly exude. Some people see a difference between poetry and literature, but it's all gray. Aubrey, you are capable of both simultaneously, bravo.
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