Life is a game that begins and ends,
again and again.
The start and the finish are a never-ending devouring of self conceit and self perception.
It ends as it begins, with a searching for the centre. It begins as it ends with the placement of the compass's point.
The eternal point of remembrance is a reminder of the pain and memory of existence, separating the nothingness.
It neither begins nor ends.
This much is obvious to us all.
I look back and wonder what if.
Then I realize "if" is a misunderstanding. In the moment friends are fleeting because possible futures are fleeting. But, what if, what ifs are enduring.
This may not make a lot of sense. Let time and confusion and possibilities unimagined change that. Or, read the rest and remember the future is unknowable.
If is the only thing we have. But, "if" is a condition of possibilities.
I look forward and remember what if.
