Life Prevails

Skipping towards me, a film in staccato clips, the future comes. As I said, it comes in clips, so I cannot explain precisely what I mean, only that I mean it, and the clips are vivid and surprising and gather around me in a colorful jumble.

How is it possible to feel solid amidst this? What is the significance of clipped newspaper articles and reheated coffee? Of sadness and confusion shattered by hilarity, ridiculousness? Of decades long journeys that fill a soul with complicated wisdom, a tapestry woven of a single, undulating thread?

Of peace that comes. The individual divorced from the predicted pattern. The joy of this freedom. The beauty of choice.