How can you not see that you get to choose?
What- too drained by the never-ending news feed, too blinded by the electronic glare, too mired to glance above the stumbling blocks strewn across the way?
Your internal and external worlds aren’t meant to be made of only the material.
Consumption and awareness are not two of the same.

You pause before you lie to yourself.
“I’m done caring. I’ve cared too much.”
It wouldn’t hurt if you were done. The issue isn’t of too much, but of what.
You’ve invested yourself in a delusion, breeding only empty rewards.
Look beyond.

The color display of bent light in a raindrop, the warmth of touch passing between you and the one at your side, the nothing to something infinity of our universe-
It’s all breathtaking, it’s all beautiful, it’s all heart-rending, it’s all-consuming.
It’s all connected to, from you.

No one will ever again experience the world as you.
Life’s not about figuring out who you want to be.
It’s just about
being.