At this point in my life, I feel that I am standing on the edge of a cliff. The task set before me has been completed. Most days, I think, well done. Other days, I want to renegotiate and have a bit more time, back there. Not only is cremation irreversible, so is death.
And now, at the edge I stand. I don’t move forward because I don’t know if I need to build a bridge or a boat. Am I facing a chasm or an ocean?
If I choose poorly and build the wrong one, disaster will befall. Though I think falling down a chasm in a boat would be worse than standing in an ocean holding a rope. (It would have to be a rope bridge because I don’t know how to solder).
I was really happy with the little life I had with Gpa and really don’t know if I want to go further down the path.
I may just take the wood and rope (I seem to have at my disposal) and build a little hut and hammock . That would suit me just fine.
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That reads like aa prose poem – it would make a beautiful painting.