My World - Repaired or Left Behind?

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I look around me and I see the broken shards of a shattered mirror! 

A face that once pretended, to be beautiful and perfect on the surface has now splintered into a million pieces, leaving an empty frame. The pieces of the past lie broken, an enigma of reality because of the choice I have to make. We are told to pick up the pieces of our lives and put them back together, but it does not feel right.

I don’t want those memories and those pieces!

I want something new and undiscovered!

I want to walk through that frame and see what is on the other side. I want to know what I have been looking into all the days of my life, but not seeing because of the reflection that came between me and what lies beyond. I can no longer see myself through my own eyes in the reflected surface of fake images; my faith, those I looked up to, my sources of information, and my blind beliefs . . .

They were held together by one common unity, a collective one, and I followed even when it seemed wrong, and I wished for a better world to dream my dreams in. The shimmering illusion holding the pieces together was meant to shatter if I consciously dreamt it – and I did – but the aftermath was not what I expected.

It is the choice that is now the enigma.

Do I put the pieces back together of my former life or do I walk through that frame and not look back? Do I trust myself enough to exchange my reality for what lies in the unknown? My world needs major repair and it too . . . faces this same dilemma . . . and do it’s pieces’ get glued together with social and political adhesives or does it move through the frame into a whole new world – I wonder.

Who decides the fates of the worlds?

The pieces.

I am one of them.

My choice is a world choice. Which world am I a piece of I wonder?

My choice to fix what was broken or to walk into something inexplicable and never experienced before is everyone’s choice.

Alone, each person will decide, and cast their ballots privately in the sanctioned hall of conscious agreements, which is hallowed – the heart. The hearts will collect all the submissions and they will be counted . . . and weighed for integrity . . . honesty and numbered.

My world’s – the broken and the unknown – are on my doorstep and equally frightening, and the fork is behind me, and I already know before I choose.

I chose lifetimes ago, and I was just waiting for the shattering . . . that was all.

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