Path

This must be written backwards. Last to first, deceptive time passes in fast-slow illusion, or not at all.

There was choosing before you were you, before you had a name and face, before your DNA became the human who is living in the world as if you've never been. Then your choosing began, go this way, go that way, deciding who you should be while a world nods its acceptance-- it's a daily reverie!

It's been your destiny, your story written as you constantly create the identity most inclined to your unique frequency, no one else is that authority. 

It's been the mission, the assignment, the reason to believe each new day is worthy of passing in its own quiet glory, this old universe so full of dark mystery. 

It has been the path of your life, you are still on it, it is still before you, still the unknown to discover.

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