I have never left.

I have recently come to the realization that I very possibly have never had an original thought. It is a vexing thing to realize. I spend so much of my time tempering my mind, body, and soul, only to realize that I am a human being! We are confined to this certain reality with all it’s perplexities. Nothing I have ever thought cannot be met by a contrary idea, one that shifts the meaning and purpose of an argument. I stayed in that place for a long time, believing that the only real contrarian to words were actions. It is not so, because even actions are simply attachments to the world, a hiding place. Humans do not communicate or act based on the amount of thoughts they have had or the amount of actions they have created. Truth is belief is oneself. And faith is belief in another. Hope is belief in God. Yet, love. What is love? Belief in all, no matter how tall or how small. It is here I wish to reside. Let the world flow through me. In my thoughts, and in my actions. In my beliefs and in my ideas. In my truths and in my faults. In my creations and in my misgivings. I am not only a humble servant, I am master of the ocean and skies. I am one who believes in mine own soul. It has never been mine and it has been mine all the time. I am here to accept my fate as a man. As a lover. As a writer. As a brother. As a father. As a human. It is not me, but through me. Nothing I create is original. There is only one original and we will never know it. For it creates us and all that is around us.