Choice
Every ending is a new beginning.
Through the smallest lives,
the universe exhales its astonishing wonder.
the universe exhales its astonishing wonder.
To walk alongside what is real—
this is the finest texture of the journey.
this is the finest texture of the journey.
Do all abstract paths
linger in the universe
the way memories do?
linger in the universe
the way memories do?
Life traces its own trajectories through the cosmos.
These journeys are the universe itself—
threads woven into its very being.
These journeys are the universe itself—
threads woven into its very being.
There is no boundary between life and the universe.
The beauty you see,
the flaws you mourn—
they are you,
and they are the universe.
The beauty you see,
the flaws you mourn—
they are you,
and they are the universe.
Movement and experience
are the essence that cannot be sped up
nor slowed down.
are the essence that cannot be sped up
nor slowed down.
Existence itself connects everything.
Existence itself cannot be changed—
it can only be tasted.
Existence itself cannot be changed—
it can only be tasted.
The universe is like a game
you never chose to enter
and cannot choose to leave.
you never chose to enter
and cannot choose to leave.
You simply float,
feeling.
feeling.
No true “force”
can alter existence itself.
Perhaps this
is the quiet beauty of surrender.
can alter existence itself.
Perhaps this
is the quiet beauty of surrender.
Go and discover beauty.
Cherish the realms you are free to choose.
Cherish the realms you are free to choose.
Life is forever facing choices.
And choice—
the simplest,
and most precious form of creation.
And choice—
the simplest,
and most precious form of creation.