formerly Kamera To My Eye

15 December 2009

Light will fill our eyes, like cataracts

And as it were; it was not--nor was it ever--a question of whom or really even how, but instead a completely unequivocal realization that none can equate the vague human needs for emotions as little more than a circumstantial equation of where and when.

Thus, the idea of a unfettering and inequitable singular notion of "the one" or a "soul mate" is little more than a constructed rationalization that what we crave is somehow destined or the only possible answer. However, it is none; it is simply a correlation--direct--of where you are, who you are and a majority consensus of chance alone.

If you can not live in the now and not regress to what-ifs then you have doomed yourself to an internment in a made-up, fake, completely non-existent and curiously savage feeling.

Life is perfect, and only once I realized that if I had been born, transplanted or made one single decision differently as soon as even a few months ago, I would be in a completely different place, mindset and set of stimuli. I am bound to the present set of chained decisions that has led me to the exact point in time that I am. I am a product of yesterdays choices and tomorrows issues. I am a product of my own making.

And, I like what I have made, so far.