May 20th 2021

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This an autobiographical memoir.

I don’t know where to start but I am embarking on the journey of writing. I want to free thoughts from the habituation of the routine. Why worry, when you are free? At this moment, I have come to conclusion that thoughts are not a worry. I am a free spirit but I have the existential freedom through Christ Jesus. Through Christ Jesus, I become a being of preciousness. All my worry, fear and anxiety have evaporated like waterdrops. Yes, I am in a state of ataraxia. What is my real self …yes, it’s a fictional entity? I am swimming in the ocean of words. Words are camaraderie of words. Words are a camaraderie of being worthwhile. My ego is a bubble that has burst. Ego is a rage that has shut the prison of my heart. I seek to liberate my ego from the exigencies of the past. To be with God is to be like a slave and master. The master controls the slave and the slave yields to the master. Is life a moron in existence? Yes, God is God and me written backwards makes sense as a Dog. I wag my tale in delight. I masquerade my own catharsis. I am thankful to God, Christ Jesus as he has protected me from all harm and danger. I on longer feel wounded by the prison of thought. Yes, God has forgiven my chicanery. I live in the waters of tranquility. I am waiting for the day of sunshine to happen in my life. I am happy and contented when I relish the thought of my life. I feel mournful that I have not been able to marry my lover who I had in college. Yes, I have forgiven her. Let time heal all my wounds. I plead to God for the trespasses that I have made. May God write my name in the book of life. Yes, I see the book of life in velvet and gold. I see orchards of pearls in the garden of heaven. I see roads studded with gold. I see marvelous beasts who are human and yet are beastly. I see angels frolicking with God. Yes, heaven is a wonderful place to reside in. Yes, heaven has a marvelous light brighter than the brightest of all suns. Yes, heaven is a mytho-poetic journey. I am not ashamed of my words. Having the peace of God is the greatest thing in life. In life’s journey I have tread many an adder, I have walked many a desert and yet I feel contented despite all mishaps. Writing is the adding of the mystery of life. I love my solitude and I am proud of being contemplative. I have drowned the pen with many an anthem of thoughts. I have escaped the mirage of sorrow. I have faced many a tempest with the solace of Godly comfort. Does life make a journey of existence? Is existence doomed without God? Can reason alone survive the edifice of being? Are we passionate enough towards our existence? Is life a divine mystery? Is worth valuable in a soul? I have to welcome life when it gives me an opportunity. What is the spirit that merges with God? Why should the soul  be immortal? Yes, I have lived a wounded life. I have to free existences from the scars and wounds that I have accumulated in my life. Is life a monument to live? What happens when one is in a grave? Yes, God gives a peace that passes all understanding.

 


Submitted: May 20, 2021

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