Life is not a test,
But a gift, a precious charge.
Free will, our sharpest tool,
Wield it for the highest good,
And resist the urge to judge.
Each soul walks its path,
Through shadows,
Through splintered light,
Judge not their struggle,
For we too are stumbling, seeking,
In the labyrinth of existence.
Embrace each journey,
For all are seeking to be whole,
In love’s deep mirror,
We find reflections of truth,
Together, bound yet free.
Yesterday I posted this poem elsewhere.
A guy, living in the bay area, responded with "Resist Marxism"
I just asked him why he said that to me. It wasn't political. It is rooted in my own values and universal thoughts about life, death, free will and the human struggle.
@Museek Did he answer?
@gemswinc he just did with “think hard”
@grayman @gemswinc exactly. I suggested he think hard about why he couldn’t answer a simple and direct question.