What am i running away from? Seriously, what is this mysterious danger casting its invisible shadow on life, that i should continuously try to escape? What could i achieve which death won't take away? What could i achieve which would enhance my being?
Perhaps, that wonderful achievement is a simple, subtle gesture. Perhaps it is ceasing to work for my own elusive salvation and give a moment of my own, to that life which has given me this 'me'. A moment of simple openness to what is, of vulnerable honesty, of love indeed, which the death of all words could not undo, which truly would perfect my being.
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