Choice Soul

The soul is not something we are meant to understand. It is what makes us who we are. When you say yes or no, when you lie, when you tell the truth, when your hurt, when your happy. I believe our souls go somewhere. I don't know where, but I'd like to believe that we go on. That we begin life again to make new mistakes and choices, to change ourselves for better or worse. Death is out second chance, to correct our wrongs, not by being punished, but by giving us a chance to do it better the next time around. And it's our choice. It's why I don't believe in fate. We may all die, but it's the choices we make that get us there. Fate is ever changing, and it is never certain. Every choice we make affects our future. I'm up late reading 'Looking for Alaska' by John Green. The labyrinth, the Great Perhaps, I think they are both out there, waiting for us to realize they're there. The labyrinth isn't suffering. It is life. Always leading to death, but with adventures and obstacles along the way. The Great Perhaps... That one moment where everything falls into place. It could be the moment you die, or as a young child. It depends on who you are. I haven't found mine yet. I am working on it. Like Miles, I think I'll just jump right in. Goodnight.

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