I absolutely agree with you. That things just exist. Some times I think that is our biggest down fall. Reason. Fate and freedom are words that we try to use to sum up or give reason to life, the past and the future. But in reality all that exist is now. The past exist simply because its gone and a memory. The future exist simply because its yet to come.
But both are equally empty.

I also believe in angels. Ones that can’t be seen and the ones around us in our lives every day.
And the angels are the ones to blame for the beautiful disaster we call love. But the ones we fall in love with are angels too.
I think every one wants to feel like someone keeps a watchful eye over them.
(got my eye on you)
lol
Life is definitely determined. I like that word a lot it leaves choice. Back to fate, fate is a word that contradicts itself. Determined just means where ever you end up is …..the place you end up… wow I’m having trouble typing this. Hard to philosophize to a screen. with all that determined “fate” it still depends on the “coincidence” of choice. That’s what I’m trying to say. "determined fate depends on the coincedence of choice"
Your words are sparking splinters in to a wildfire.i hope mine are to?

You know I think the only true thing we know about life, is the fact that we just don’ t know. But sometimes I feel like our whole existence is a contradiction. Cursed/blessed with wondering minds which may never know the absolute truth. That’s why I attempt to keep my head out of the clouds. But every so often I poke my head above the clouds and stare into the star lit sky and I know life is beautiful, even to our worn, wonder filled, old age eyes.

& arctic my friend I love long comments
Sorry if I took long to reply
I felt your thoughts, thanks

I hope you enjoyed the poem. If it captured the feeling you had we indeed must feel similar
And of course, just know I wish the same for you. Fulfilled wished and dreams.

Your right about the old soul wonder. Its just the direction of which the wonder is spent. “young” souls seem to look at the big picture. Old souls begin on the details.. and take nothing for granite, which makes them the most affectionate souls. Old souls have acquired depth. Young souls are barely breaking the soil.

Just thoughts on your thoughts!


hope all is well

love

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