Losing control of myself...

Gazing into the heavens on a starry night I can see the reflection of my own soul staring back at me. Trying to perceive my microscopic place in the revolving cosmos, I search to ascertain a meaning for our existence; we stretch our minds to comprehend a reason that justifies our fleeting journey in a universe composed of dark energy. Comprehension of a full-bodied meaning for living seems to lie just beyond my grasp. Perhaps I struggle dialing into a meaning for life because living entails adapting to a constant state of flux. Never quite sure where you stand, until you find yourself plummeting towards your destiny.

In actuality, I have no choice but to capitulate to the evolution of facets in the world. Everything in the universe is undergoing constant change. Alike all humankind, I am also in the process of evolving. Who I was will undoubtedly affect who I will become. Who I am now is not who I will always be. The demands imposed upon me by the exterior world prevents stagnation. If I don't respond accordingly, I will surely falter. Flight or fight means growing or dying. It means that even a dreamer such as me proves alterable, and will be faced with the inevitable decision of either letting go or allowing to be crushed beneath the burden of indecision. The burden of discontent.