The standard had been set and preparations had
been made for the inheritance. The path ahead had
been cleared, the end of the journey revealed
before steps had been tread. The means by which
the ends compile had been designed and defined for
all to follow. Narrow, straight, safe, secured,
unique, unrivaled. The destination awaits; the
source of full life to which we aspire. The
wellspring of truth, begetting hope and desire. A
network into which we all have been planted with
the intention to flourish and bear fruit.
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The allure of self-reliance and indulgence of
desire led to the separation from the network of
design. Withered and frail, thirsty for life; but
I've severed my roots, leaving my vine dying.
Isolated, unattached from the truth, consuming
myself, unable to bear fruit. I've chosen to walk
away from the birthright of my name. All that was
set before me now seems impossible to attain. The
source still remains and awaits for the broken
branch to be re-grafted.