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Renting

The things that we think that we own, we are really just renting. They will either break, and we will have to rent something new, or we will break - we will die. The things we own when we die will still be where we left them. We don’t own anything in this world; not each other, not nature, not objects, not even our idea’s - they are borrowed too. We are not separate from these things around us - we cannot own them. We use them and they use us. We are always in a relationship with our environment. It is not a relationship we have to dominate. Our need to project our own order onto our reality is an attempt to dominate the chaos. The chaos will win. It’s been here before us and it’ll be here after us. We can use it by embracing that we can’t use it. We can let go of our need to dominate our environments. It is in a constant state of molding us and we are in a constant state of molding it. It is a balance. Free-will and complete chaos - that’s existence. What choices will you choose? For those are the only things here you can truly own. But only after we take full responsibility for them. If we don’t, well then, they belong to something else too. We can own our choices and chisel something like character from the depths of our souls. Our character is something we must sculpt in every decision we make. It’s the little freedom we have in the projected order of the other. We must take those little pockets of freedom, and be mindful of our decisions within them.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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