You, Here, Now

How did you arrive here? Was your journey slow, gradual, years of being swayed by outside environment? Aware, at such a distant level that the you then could not quite get a clear vision of that what was wrong, blurry. However, it was near enough that its presence gave you some form of discomfort, a something that gave you feelings that things were out of place, something did not belong, that something was not right.

Perhaps, it was one specific event, one force, that created so much trauma, that you awaken, your spirit bleeding, your soul fatigued. Disoriented at the world so inverted, you found yourself suddenly alone, despite the moving and seemingly speaking shells all around you. The heaviness of it all, awakening your soul, giving you a level of consciousness to fight it. The desperation, the anger, the sorrow, despair, a storm that followed you wherever and whenever.

Contemplation. To resign and surrender to your fatigue, pain, and sorrow. Or do you return to the slumber, ignoring evil, to slip back into that comfortable nothingness. You made another choice, it is clear. For you, are here, now.