I am nothing really as we all are.
When Laid bare we realize the absurdity of it all.
The striving, the search for meaning, for success, for purpose – all fruitless at the end of the day.
When dead we are gone.
A few fleeting memories for those left behind.
The mind is a curse when it chases reason and purpose, for there is none.
What there is, is the early morning bird searching for the worm.
Not for purpose but for survival.
Not grudgingly or lovingly, instead, simply being.
Let us be so.
Free, simple living, free of ego.
Nurturing fear, worry, grief, anxiety, with a sense of compassion.
As we seek, explore now with no other purpose than to be ultimately free, with a mission to simply be.
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