Was that the correct choice? Did I make the right decision? Was I thinking correctly? Is there a path and am I on it? Though these questions nag and bubble up inside to rattle my brain from time-to-time they are better than the spirit-withering clawing of the negative voice that condemns the small steps which I have made to survive.
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Direction
The dollar calls from the direction of irony where spirit, this time, attaches itself with blessings and Sunday ceremonies. The voices of plenty shout from the other side, dwelling in pages of countless books lined on shelves dwindling to the horizon. I live uncomfortably in the space of paradox, between incongruity and enough, hoping for the strength to simply abide.