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I remember the days when I used to wander through the wilderness as just another part of the chaos. I remember the feel of the dirt beneath my feet and the air breathed into me directly from the leaves. I remember time being slower and faster and non-existent. I remember the sight, sound, smell of water washing all the worries, grime, and despair I had ever encountered away. And I remember the feeling of being part of something far greater than I. So much greater that it brought me to the only logical conclusion of inner peace.

Now I find myself in a world of concrete, re-bar, and metal. I find myself wandering a maze with no endpoint. A series of deadlines, transits, and schedules. Where my actions mean nothing and are worth nothing. There is no value, there is no logic, there is no peace. There is only one thing after another with no end in sight. It is not a simple step after step process but rather a mathematical equation of E=MC^2. Where M is of completely unknown origin and C is a calculation of the uncalculable. Theories work upon input but few in practicality, while none of them take into consideration the unknown.

Yet here I am. With the knowledge and feeling of past experiences lingering in the background of my every move. Knowing that there is something better out there yet not able to be part of it. Trapped in a web of demands conveniently boxed as requirements to enter a world void of true being. This is the choice I've made for a reason I've forgotten. Perhaps a reason that has been siphoned from me, diluted, and poured into a compound of pollution. Perhaps a reason that had no true reasoning behind it at all.

Either way, the choice is mine. The choice to stay or go. The choice between fabrication or organics. It's a choice every one of us faces each and every day. A choice that is most tempting when it has already been given up. A choice of being- of being pure and true. It's deciding to embrace infinity. To give up the instrumental aspects of our lives that chain us to ignorance. It is a choice of freedom.

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I remember the days when I used to wander through the wilderness as just another part of the chaos. I remember the feel of the dirt beneath my feet and the air breathed into me directly from the leaves. I remember time being slower and faster and non-existent. I remember the sight, sound, smell of water washing all the worries, grime, and despair I had ever encountered away. And I remember the feeling of being part of something far greater than I. So much greater that it brought me to the only logical conclusion of inner peace.

Now I find myself in a world of concrete, re-bar, and metal. I find myself wandering a maze with no endpoint. A series of deadlines, transits, and schedules. Where my actions mean nothing and are worth nothing. There is no value, there is no logic, there is no peace. There is only one thing after another with no end in sight. It is not a simple step after step process but rather a mathematical equation of E=MC^2. Where M is of completely unknown origin and C is a calculation of the uncalculable. Theories work upon input but few in practicality, while none of them take into consideration the unknown.

Yet here I am. With the knowledge and feeling of past experiences lingering in the background of my every move. Knowing that there is something better out there yet not able to be part of it. Trapped in a web of demands conveniently boxed as requirements to enter a world void of true being. This is the choice I've made for a reason I've forgotten. Perhaps a reason that has been siphoned from me, diluted, and poured into a compound of pollution. Perhaps a reason that had no true reasoning behind it at all.

Either way, the choice is mine. The choice to stay or go. The choice between fabrication or organics. It's a choice every one of us faces each and every day. A choice that is most tempting when it has already been given up. A choice of being- of being pure and true. It's deciding to embrace infinity. To give up the instrumental aspects of our lives that chain us to ignorance. It is a choice of freedom.