We cannot see the future.
We cannot rewrite the choice already made.
We cannot hold time still in memory.
So we are left with letting go —
not as surrender, but as a quiet kind of grace.
On this earth, few dare to reshape what is,
preferring the comfort of what they call truth.
I wanted to change the world.
But maybe the change begins here —
in the one thing I can hold:
the choice to let go,
and still reach for what matters.
this is life body lif like a ghost
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