How does one believe that
we have free will when so
much we do and believe is
based on compulsory behavior?
From womb to tomb, we are
indoctrinated with the expectations
of our families, society, religion
to do or not do, to believe
certain dogma dressed as “truth.”
If there is no free will, then there
can be no reward or punishment. Yet
we find this idea unacceptable. Is
life then a mindless existence
caught in the throes of happen-stance?
We live, suffer, or at times, enjoy,
and then we die. Just this?
Whether we have free will or not remains
in question, but one thing I am sure
of is this. I have a deep longing, ever
present, that nothing satisfies.
What is this longing, for what, for whom?
How can it torment me and at the same time,
be of the sweetest nature? It leaves me
incomplete, empty, regardless of any
abundance I may have. It propels me to
seek, to understand, to call out to that
which beckons me on.