D
Despair
Guest
The Choice
After careful consideration of the options I have determined that none of them lead to happiness. The acceptance and awareness of this conclusion brings an end to the strife of uncertainty. The power of positive thinking is no more or less helpful now then it ever was and I find it equally impossible to be positive or negative at all times. Thus my efforts do not grant purity of either kind, but the devil is in the details and how they are to be organized in ones life. Perhaps this seemingly dismal external existence is fitting for one who was blessed with such a positive and expansive imagination, the cultivation of which requires the day-dreamer to continually seek refuge within.
This does not imply that all options are equal in value nor Is the criteria for the choice to be based upon that which seemingly offers the greatest benefit. Not even the tangible reliability of an option counts towards the choice in this case, nor does how the choice will affect others. The choice is even beyond the distinctions of logic and emotion as both are equally valued; neither “follow your heart” nor “do what is best” have taken hold here. The choice is as a road that has split to both sides with any number of roads between them, but here the middle road does not exist and all other roads are equally valid.
By now you are no doubt wondering what the basis for the choice could possibly be, but I have found a way to ignore the choice altogether. Each road represents it’s own version of temptation and sacrifice, an idea of which is imprinted on the signpost, but temptation and sacrifice are equally meaningless to the traveler who understands his own path. Therefore the correct road is that which most closely resembles the cozy continuation of the travelers path. Now the traveler need only observe the features of the road.
The road has always been hard, but the traveler has always found peace within it. Joy that cultivates within and illuminates the mysteries with a boundless fathoming of endless worlds. The road has always been walked alone, but that does not mean a companion cannot appear. For when this happens the gloomy forest that is ahead becomes a warm abundant sanctuary of friendly creatures that are shielded from the tiresome sun and provide many resources for the journey ahead. Indeed the worst becomes the best, but this confuses the traveler as it is so very different from the road he has known.
Upon clearing the forest the road divides and the traveler must part ways with his companion. There is no goodbye; only the promise that their paths will cross again. The traveler is left to contemplate the change within him that has allowed him to traverse the dark forest, but night on the open road has somehow become darker then the forest ever was. It is here that he learns the road changes, but remains the same. The travelers path has not changed, but it is now more difficult to traverse, just as it was when he entered the forest. He is left to decide if the companion really helped him along the way or made his entire journey as dark and as difficult as the forest he had hoped to avoid.
The traveler reaches the fork and builds his campfire where the roads divide. There it burns and consumes, just as the strife within his soul takes hold of his heart for he must choose one real path for himself. He examines his surroundings taking every possible measurement, but is left with perfect symmetry; the same perfect symmetry he has always admired, only now it is his curse. Knowing that temptation and sacrifice are equally measured he realizes the most familiar road is actually the most different. The traveler reaches within just as he has always done for this is the merit of his journey on the path. Thus he is content to chase after the one who helped him, for she has become the traveler so he must become the companion. Thus has the choice been made for better and for worse. The roles may change many times, but all is well so long as they are both headed for the same destination.
After careful consideration of the options I have determined that none of them lead to happiness. The acceptance and awareness of this conclusion brings an end to the strife of uncertainty. The power of positive thinking is no more or less helpful now then it ever was and I find it equally impossible to be positive or negative at all times. Thus my efforts do not grant purity of either kind, but the devil is in the details and how they are to be organized in ones life. Perhaps this seemingly dismal external existence is fitting for one who was blessed with such a positive and expansive imagination, the cultivation of which requires the day-dreamer to continually seek refuge within.
This does not imply that all options are equal in value nor Is the criteria for the choice to be based upon that which seemingly offers the greatest benefit. Not even the tangible reliability of an option counts towards the choice in this case, nor does how the choice will affect others. The choice is even beyond the distinctions of logic and emotion as both are equally valued; neither “follow your heart” nor “do what is best” have taken hold here. The choice is as a road that has split to both sides with any number of roads between them, but here the middle road does not exist and all other roads are equally valid.
By now you are no doubt wondering what the basis for the choice could possibly be, but I have found a way to ignore the choice altogether. Each road represents it’s own version of temptation and sacrifice, an idea of which is imprinted on the signpost, but temptation and sacrifice are equally meaningless to the traveler who understands his own path. Therefore the correct road is that which most closely resembles the cozy continuation of the travelers path. Now the traveler need only observe the features of the road.
The road has always been hard, but the traveler has always found peace within it. Joy that cultivates within and illuminates the mysteries with a boundless fathoming of endless worlds. The road has always been walked alone, but that does not mean a companion cannot appear. For when this happens the gloomy forest that is ahead becomes a warm abundant sanctuary of friendly creatures that are shielded from the tiresome sun and provide many resources for the journey ahead. Indeed the worst becomes the best, but this confuses the traveler as it is so very different from the road he has known.
Upon clearing the forest the road divides and the traveler must part ways with his companion. There is no goodbye; only the promise that their paths will cross again. The traveler is left to contemplate the change within him that has allowed him to traverse the dark forest, but night on the open road has somehow become darker then the forest ever was. It is here that he learns the road changes, but remains the same. The travelers path has not changed, but it is now more difficult to traverse, just as it was when he entered the forest. He is left to decide if the companion really helped him along the way or made his entire journey as dark and as difficult as the forest he had hoped to avoid.
The traveler reaches the fork and builds his campfire where the roads divide. There it burns and consumes, just as the strife within his soul takes hold of his heart for he must choose one real path for himself. He examines his surroundings taking every possible measurement, but is left with perfect symmetry; the same perfect symmetry he has always admired, only now it is his curse. Knowing that temptation and sacrifice are equally measured he realizes the most familiar road is actually the most different. The traveler reaches within just as he has always done for this is the merit of his journey on the path. Thus he is content to chase after the one who helped him, for she has become the traveler so he must become the companion. Thus has the choice been made for better and for worse. The roles may change many times, but all is well so long as they are both headed for the same destination.
