Curious, this thing living. Born to Die, had to live to make that happen. Why born at all? Why lived it all? What is death? On my tombstone if I were going to have one, which I’m not. there would be a printed date stating when I was born then a dash and then a printed date of death my name and possibly some kind word from some kind person. But on the entire headstone tombstone whatever you want to call it in my eyes it’s the dash that’s the most important. For some reason the rest is irrelevant because the dash represents what I did in life. It doesn’t say what I did, there’s no hidden message in a dash but there’s a lifetime of meaningful and/or un meaningful actions and inactions. Relationships both broken and intact, however many days a person is on this planet is a part of that Dash and what they did during those days is a so unclear. I have so many questions and so few answers I guess that’s where my faith must come in, I don’t really know what my Dash represents, I mean, like if somebody were to examine my life, what would it say? What would they find? Was I kind? Was I generous? Did I do unto others as I’d like them to do under me? Did I love anything with my whole heart besides myself? Did I even love myself? Was I lovable? Was I likeable? Did I help anyone at all? Yes I was born to die, and yes that Dash oh that Dash is not in Braille and there’s no words so I’m going to call it faith because I don’t know what it represents not truly! My ideas of right or wrong, good or bad, up or down, left or right etc etc are so skewed by borrowed beliefs from people I know or don’t know, they are skewed by World Views and self-centeredness, desires sad to sorrow happy joy all very self-centered so what I think is being good person or good human or having a good Dash maybe the exact opposite and perhaps someday I’ll understand what my Dash meant but for today I just stay in confusion and hold on with every ounce of my strength to Faith.
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