Threads of Destiny - A Meditation
As the threads of what I thought was my destiny unravels, the dust settles and what is left behind is but a Monster in me, named Regret. I left a family I held dear to create a new one, was it out of desire? Yet I know, I left none, but only made the circle of loved ones, greater and larger, this do not lament, I hear. And for what did I make a new one? Our fate, is it in our hands? Or those of others? The struggle for freedom was once about kings and tyrants. For me, the tyrant is a system of which I feel I'm left always at the short end of the stick. Yet, I think often of how the trials and poverty of today, were borne of my idiocy, my pursuits and pointless ambitions, so deceptive yet do I see Your invisible hand guiding me through the rough seas of this life? I sigh in the long, cold nights, the silver moonlight making it seem like the noon of an eclipsed sun - and I lament, yet I don't understand for what or for whom. I see existence, all of it, what a pointles...
