It Is Your Choice

February 11, 2013

I remember the time I remembered. It was the wizard who guided me deep, deep into myself, back to myself.

I remembered then.

I remembered how I felt before I was born. I remembered the determination, the sense of purpose and the excitement bubbling within me — not a happy, sparkly sort of thing, but a solemn one. A solemn excitement.

An excitement that had me jump out of my mother womb nearly unassisted.

I do not remember what happened next. I do not remember my first impression of the world, though “oh what the hell!” might have crossed my newly acquired mind.

I do not remember many things that happened after, but I do remember that

I was born

because I chose to.

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