We live in
the strange and
subtle irony
of existing each day,
not as we want,
or even what
we planned to be,
but as the
state of the world
and the unfolding
universe of others
and things
causes us to be.
We can decide
and perhaps say
which way we
might go
at moments
in the mythical
timeline of our lives,
but in the end
we live in
this intricate irony
of wanting to choose,
and believing we
have chosen,
but really having it
chosen for us.
If there is a thing
called freedom,
then at best
it offers only
partial choice,
and at worst
layers of cruel irony
which submerge us
in ways of living
and modes of being
that we may not have wanted
or even planned.
8/9/2016