Just Let Go

Life resembles Fight Club.

Everything is so derivative.  

That sketch where you’re driving along and realise you’ve been zoned out for ten miles feels like a lot of my thirties.

For a non-subscriber to free-will, I sure can beat myself up about “decisions”.

Within my control, outside my control, it’s the same damn thing.

It’s a perception about a perception.

It should be enough to say: I am gone choiceless.

I am gone choiceless, and my heart is at peace.

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