Imagine two versions of yourself. One that doesn’t ask any questions about the meaning of life. Feeling safe in the scripted looping reality you’ve plugged into. And another that questions. Reaching for the stars searching for answers.
This second version, being the deviation from the norm, initiates a form of happy loneliness. With the reaching feeling forced and the questions leading to more questions. Until one day there’s a magical realization. A simple choice is made from which you can never return.
You let the dichotomous thoughts go. Finding it humorous you ever believed either in the first place. Now, with the river of life continuing its course, you understand the futile struggle against its overpowering current. Faith replaces fear and you fall back into a sweet freeing remembering that there never were two versions. Just one, aware of the two.