It is often found, at least to my perspective, how perfectly predicable, and completely fickle the mind is. It would seem that inconsistency is the only true constant, and yet… One can always see the the approaching outcome. I do often wonder why mine takes me to the places it does; and for that, I love, and hate it both.
It is here where I wonder to what end, to what purpose, does mine find the paths, negative. And so frequently it often seems. Here, then do I decide and declare to shake them. I am free.
For choice… is a constant of a different nature. Hence their paradoxical co-existence is then plausible. And it is within the realm of choice, that I choose to resist; to leave such pitfalls behind. To choose peace, and abundant life; fulfillment, and joy that I find in Christ Jesus.
Here I choose to resist the workings of my fleshly mind, and the workings of he who use its influence to rule over my state of being. No. I am indeed free.
“His death, my life. This is now, more than ever my war. His death, my life. This blood was shed for something. His death, my life.” - Lee Richards
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