I've yet to comprehend what it means to be me.
To exist tethered to thought.
To have each moment tell me what others simply never see.
To have each day exist as unique.
One wonders of minds,
shall they exist tethered to a single line?
Shall they seek only themselves,
absent the simplicity of attempting to comprehend what it means,
to be human as well?
And,
within such a loss,
lose themselves.
For,
one exist as human first.
A complex existence absent an actual description.
Absent reality,
absent the simplicity of a "Have to be".
For,
we as human simply exist tethered to natural tendencies.
Once understood such tendencies can be irrevocably altered.
Changed forever now able to exist as yours,
your tendencies.
Not simply attributable to all human beings.
In this way,
that in which exist as human,
shall simply exist as free.
A conception leading to the formulation of a perception.
A perception where as the individual can never deem themselves as less than.
For,
within such an existence there sits but one,
that in which exist as human.
That in which encompass all.
One seeks to comprehend inception.
To step into the future each and every second.
To know,
one knows absolutely nothing,
and fully accept it.
Such an existence is,
in itself freeing.
For,
you as human can now exist as a full being.
fully tethered to the senses,
fully tethered to intention,
fully tethered to this mirror only able to reflect self.
Only able to be what you in mind ingest.
For,
we are what we consume.
And,
absent the consumption of self you shall never be you.
Never exist tethered to the simplicity of truth.
One attempts to comprehend what it means to be logical.
To have each moment tethered to the mind from which you perceive.
And,
through such perceptions come to believe what you believe.
For,
we are beings that seek to comprehend our reality.
Seek to know each moment,
and more importantly,
seek to know ourselves.
Such an existence is impossible absent intention.
Absent the simplicity of self actualization.
For,
to identify with that in which exist as external,
the internal must be complete.
Must exist as fully formed,
a mind in which one's cultivated enabling one to exist as one truly wants.
For,
absent such an existence,
life itself is absent form.
Absent that in which one shall deem innate.
The simplicity of comprehension while existing tethered to one's natural state.
I wonder as I write,
does that in which one deems logical inspire insight?
Does such an existence give one sight?
Allowing the individual to fully see life.
What truly is described from that of an illogical mind?
For,
such a mind exist narrowly,
unable to see that in which is not simply seen on the surface.
Simply apart of their routine.
For,
it is illogical to not know the human being.
To not know one's self.
©lamarcus12
L