Creation

Chaos, rebirth, creation.

To create is all that remained. The creation of self, the creation of life. Excitement grew within me at the possibilities. My rebirth was akin to an explosion of love, peace, and beauty. There was no doubt or question as to what I must do, on what must follow next. From taking inventory of my previous life, choosing death, followed by my rebirth, I felt free and unafraid for the very first time. The thigs that I identified, the parts of my previous self and the processes that lead to this moment helped guide me with what I wanted, in what I believed I should be. The life prior, created by everything external, was my lesson. Pleasing of others, falling for nearly every degenerate concept and ideals that lead towards the decay of self, of soul, and of spirit, that trapped me in a perpetual cycle, that made me part of a system of slavery that fed on fear, sorrow, envy, selfishness, and anger. No more. I know what I wanted, my duty, my purpose, and what I must do. And it is now up to me to create it, to create self.