I think, for a matter of fact.
I feel, I project, I confide, and of all things I hope.
With that in my mind, I reflect and coincide with these aspects so covalent.
But what about what I reject?
The matter of the individual is the gradual unequivocal repression and growth of that individual
It is required for the soul
Nothing is required.
Nothing is required beyond what existence requires.
"good" or "bad"
And just as people exist so too does existence.
We demand so much and request so much.
Existence can only provide what we provide for existence.
This is my semblance to actuality, not minimalism.
I reject what could be, for a future that's beyond me.
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 7:17 PM UTC
I think, for a matter of fact.
I feel, I project, I confide, and of all things I hope.
With that in my mind, I reflect and coincide with these aspects so covalent.
But what about what I reject?
The matter of the individual is the gradual unequivocal repression and growth of that individual
It is required for the soul
Nothing is required.
Nothing is required beyond what existence requires.
"good" or "bad"
And just as people exist so too does existence.
We demand so much and request so much.
Existence can only provide what we provide for existence.
This is my semblance to actuality, not minimalism.
I reject what could be, for a future that's beyond me.
This is a take on one of the Taoist lessons I've read. I hope it reaches someone who can enjoy it.
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