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If it were meant to be, would it?
Or do circumstances conspire and succeed
In keeping us from fruition?
I am one who believes in Karma,
But am unsure if it believes in me.
Will it bring me one from the innumerable host
Of this world that is best?
And do its seeming failures in fact lead me aright
Into the future embrace of someone better?
Perhaps reliance is too strong a stance,
Belief too impotent a motive
To realize one’s dreams.

But how are we to know?

We don’t. We can’t. And so we scurry ever forward
In a race against something we cannot understand.
Whether the world is grounded in the empiric
Or wrought of some divine cognizance
Seems unimportant in the face of our brief moment
Upon the Earth.
Better to take advantage of what is granted,
To question neither misfortune nor reward,
As we’ve no control in the first place. Right?

But how am I to know?

Posted on 05/27/07 at 6:17PM,