The universe might indeed have plans of making me move, but there is still a chance, however little, that I might counteract. I have made little resistance so far as to how I am being swayed by the tides, but there is still a part of me -- a very childlike part -- that wants to stay put and stop moving.
Once again, after quite a long while, I am at a crossroads. Even if there is no part of me being held down, even if I have no sense of purpose binding me to this life, still I am faced with something undeniably human. A choice.
I am feeling the pressure coming at me from all fronts. And a realization. That there is nothing in this world which can make one feel weakness and strength at the same time; nothing else which can make one feel more alone... than the act of making a choice.
Cosmos help me...
