We are born and we die, but what happens inbetween our entrance and our exit is what I call the spin cycle. Our struggle to come into this world and take that first breath doesn't mean much to us at that point in time. We are accepted into our own lil program of life. Our traditions and upbringing isn't who we really are but what is given to us. The cycle that we, each of us, live everyday is who we are. Some of us have important roles that grow into a career in life, some of us are repopulating the world with hopeful species to take us into the brighter future, some of us are paired up with a soulmate and have what everyone of us hopes and dreams about (those are the lucky ones), then there are those of us who are still trying to find their meaning in life. Like clothes that are worn and soiled , they must be put into the washer to wash away the mistakes and life lessons so that they can be reused and enjoyed. I once was one of those types of people. So careless and free spirited. I enjoyed the after taste of whiskey and beer and loved the drug induced coma and spontaneous sex play. Everyone has to go their own paths... but we all end up in the same place, the spin cycle. Our bodies squeezed dry and wrinkled and fresh.... Sometimes we have just alittle bit more life but the more and more we are washed and ran through the cycle of life we grow into elders and begin the path of our own exits. All of us choose how we are going to leave and no one else can make the choice but remember that just like your favorite shirt, sweater, or even a pair of grungy sweat pants we are all cherished and love and we were worn and enjoyed....
Happy journey to those who seek out the meaning of life but I think I will wear these old pants for a couple more loads of wash. We are all but the masses of decay waiting for our train to arrive and take us to that next plane of reality. I just hope what train you get on will be the better afterlife that this nine circles of hell you are waiting in.....
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