. . . Why this?
Why do we do this to ourselves? / To exist or not, the cruelty of being.
Why do we do this to ourselves? To exist or not, the cruelty of being. To be aware and still face the onslaught. To not know the next, yet continue. Why do we persist, with so much in front of us? The knowledge of the worn path, much dismay. Knowing what we know now, we still choose life? We still choose to bring others into this world? We still choose to fight? We still choose to give ourselves the option. To check in and stay. To have a blast while here. To suffer in the incremental moments. And through it all, . . . We still choose life. We still choose to remain. To move and imbibe in this world. . . . and we’re just getting started. By: Trevor Kuether
Yes! An opportunity to pull out my favourite Ursula K. Le Guin quote from The Left Hand of Darkness!
"There's really only one question that can be answered, Genry, and we already know the answer---The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty, not knowing what comes next."
Love this, Trevor! I choose life. 💞