Dark. Light in the dark.
Run toward it!
Cold. A touch of warmth.
Hold it!
Don't pretend you wouldn't,
wouldn't run toward light,
wouldn't grasp that warmth.
Opportunities, opportunities,
shaping our destiny,
sculpting our lives.
It is in the absence of opportunities,
then we see what we will do with the life we are given,
then we see who we are,
when not tempted,
not led,
when left to our own devices.
Poetry · No. 7 of 21
Freedom From Opportunity
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