What Tumbles Out

I have been reading, thinking, pondering.  I have been living and breathing. I have been observing. Rain and night are here now, and it will not be warm again for a while.

What is my chief desire for my remaining days? What will I die for — that is to say, what will give my death meaning? Do I fear death….or do I fear not mattering at the end of my days?

What is my inner sense of what I must do, and what I must cease doing? The answer is within me, like the slumbering sliver within a cold seed.

Away with the wispy existence, the inner fixation that renders my life unimportant. If I am alive — which I most certainly am — then this life matters.

If I can contain my own energy, then I am weak and ineffectual. A strong man, a strong race, a strong nation, will always break out. In expansion, in creativity, in warlike behavior. Always.

~ S.K. Orr