The choice.

​You can rebirth yourself.
Renounce vows to old versions.
I AM handles I WAS.

​So wipe clean, the haunting dust.
Begin the new thing.
And stop looking back, 
half-hoping for an excuse
to re-embrace an old suffering,
simply because you know it so well.
That is the worst kind of intimacy.

Instead, level-up the love within you,
which will level-up the love around you.
And will also, likely, stir up some stuff.

Ground and anchor in love, all while knowing
it has to be re-chosen, again and again and again​.
Because love gets dropped so frequently,
so reconnection must be made.

As far as I can tell, THAT is the game.
The journey.
The lesson.
The opportunity.
The invitation.
The test.
The point.
The choice.