Life, If We May!

I am in the morgue. It has this very specific smell, which cannot be mistaken for anything else other than death. I am standing in front of a table, slab really, with a corpse on top of it. Still. Lifeless. Pale. Cold. Silent. voiceless. Without choices.

I am clad in a mortician's suit and complementary boots. I didn't know how to feel, albeit unbeknownst to me, it was exhilarating - the mere fact that I am in  the morgue was exhilarating.

That was a few years ago.

Today, I am lost in my thoughts. I am thinking about the power we relinquish so that another person could run our lives. The permission we don't grant ourselves to fully live but instead crawl along, barely alive in existence. As we exist, someone is living a full life on account of you.

On the flip-side, are you controlling another person's life? Are you the one calling the shots?

Are you the one stifling your significant other, snuffing out their light, each time they try to shine?

Is it you? Are you the one?

Are you the one who cuts off the wings of the fledgling as it learns to fly?

Are you the one who sees what the other person is doing 'wrong' ..... I mean their choice of car, their choice of food, their clothing style, their daily humdrum which does not concern you?

Are you the one who thinks he/she has all the answers and the questions,  such that you  would rather tell the humans around you the questions you are ready to entertain?

Three days later, the thoughts have dissipated.  My river of words has run dry for now.

Let me end the thinking capacity on this matter right here. 

XOXO

P.S. it may be continued.