I’m thinking about my current place in my own life as it will continue to my end, as I am at the start of any of my writing, and I can’t decide if I am lost, or if I am certain in my place. I believe it is inevitable that my life spans from beginning to end in an objective reality. I believe also that my perception of my own life is separate from that expanse, and so throughout my life my perception will rubber band with the tension of reality, and at glimpses I will be aligned with the great expanse, and at times I will be the furthest away.

My concern then is knowing what points I (as I am my own perception) am aligned with reality. I would suspect that if my choices are “correct” they would align me stronger with reality, and any “wrong” choices would lead me away (perhaps that is what defines right and wrong). It could then be said that being aware of the alignment would make me aware of the righteousness of my choices, which I think would be a great insight. It could be the case, however, that we are constantly lost; moving blindly through the dark, hoping that we find this great idealized reality though our choices. I wish this idealized reality was one formed as a result of our choices, and maybe it is, and it’s our own expectations of something better that leads us away from alignment with this righteous reality. Perhaps the choices we all have made have lead us to a salvation in reality, and all that’s left is to eliminate any expectations of a greater reality. Maybe this is all there is, and maybe it’s perfect. What remains here, as always, is the question of contentment.

With hopes you’ll stop questioning so much,

Taylor Wilson.