I died but I am not re- born yet
I am still trying to look for
The best way to be living
If I am born again
Somehow it feels
I will come into this world again
With my own choice
If I choose
Hard to say what to choose
It all seems fascinating
And devastating
I am torn between
Dying and Living
So it all happens at the same time
In these simulations
But I'll have to make a call
One day
To live or to stay dead
Happy birthday to me
Whenever that would really be.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2024 05:54
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
After the Israelites escaped the tyranny of Egypt, didn’t it take 40 years of wandering the desert before they came to the Promised Land? Have faith that your rebirth will come—though hopefully much sooner than 40 years 😛
Thanks 😊 I needed to hear that perhaps....
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