Love of Life

One objective: The end of all struggle. One motivation: Love of life.

One takes me to the city to fight, the other takes me to the mountains to meditate.

Interwoven, both invoke the gods who determine our paths, our crossroads and our intersections. Both bring me to the city to meditate.

Come on. Let's fight together for love of life.

Come on. The intersections are auspicious, but they can go unnoticed among the weeds a wanderer makes by walking.

The bird that carries us into the unknown knocks on the door one last time, and then flies on its way. Let's be quicker than our fighting subconscious and let go of the world.

The end of all struggle comes to me when I learn to fight without fighting, when I learn to sing without effort.

And all effort comes naturally to its end. Therefore, each of my actions comes naturally to peace.

But I don't walk because I must walk, I walk because I want to.

So the sun rises when I want, and the night hides the stones under my feet when I choose not to see them. So every path determined by the gods is exactly the one of my own choosing.

At night, I close my eyes and I am fire. By day, I open my eyes and I am the life that fills me and surrounds me, astonishing. The moonlight lights up my being as that piece of cheese rises behind me.

When the void made me see the glass, it was neither half full nor half empty, it was full to the brim. Here I come, bird that carries me into the unknown.

On the other side of my leap there is no me, there is only love of life.

We are not moved by an objective, we are moved by a motivation. A shared motivation leads us to meet.

Bring water. The road we want is long and snaking.