Human



Human

What is a human
If not an angel with devil’s horns?

A perfect paradox, built for polarity.

Heart opposed by mind,
Faith obscured by fear,
Union buffered by ego.
Body undone by time.
Balance.

Why?

If the dice are loaded, there is no game.
There is no free will.
It’s a fucking movie.
The outcome is already determined before you hit play.

Balance is the ante
To play Life.
Somewhere between the blinding light of One
And the absolute black of zero.

So we stride out against opposition,
Seemingly impossible odds,
Knowing that only our very best will be sufficient.
And that still we may lose.

Glorious. Would you have it any other way?
Go Hero, Go.

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  • “The outcome is already determined before we hit play”
    What a line! Inspires one to not give a fuck and go for gold anyway.
    Amazing poem, man, keep inspiring!
    Much Love x

    Liam

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