Fading Waves

The time has come—you always knew it would. Whatever paths you wandered, whatever choices you made, there is one truth. You cannot outrun the inevitable. You cannot escape me. I am constant. Eternal.

Every choice you make, every fleeting feeling anchored deep within you—none of it holds a sway. For the strings are mine to pull, and the tides answer to me alone. I am the current that carries you forward and the circle that binds you to this existence. Your destiny, my will.

The challenges you face—are they not the very ones you wished for? You struggle against the paradigm, fight against the weight of my design. Yet the road you tread is of my own. You must fight through this journey—there is no other option. What you call a mistake—a regret—nothing but another step in the path.

You wish to conquer, to rise above what I have woven, to vanquish the hands that guide you. I am no enemy. The path is set, you either fight through and reach the top. Or surrender—falter to the abysmal depths below. You cannot cheat what’s written.

I see your fears, your desires, your fragile hopes. I see past the shattered mask. Do you truly believe that I am blind to your struggle? The truths you long to bury, the vulnerabilities you wish to hide—all visible.

The truth of this internal battle; is it the trickery of life trying to alter the strings of fate, or is this part of the clouded path? I cannot answer. You must brave the path, conquer what’s within, only then will you have your answer.

The trick of demise may be overwhelming, you may want a simple, clear, good path. A path where the mask did not exist. Yet, this was what you wanted. Bound and eternal, your story was written before you took the first step.

Shadows vanquished to the depths they came from. Your face visible in the light—naked in the truth. Maybe for the first time. As you stand exposed, awaiting judgement. Tell me, what do you see in your reflection? Is it the truth you feared, or the hope you lost along the way?

Stand as you will—vulnerable and open. Burn, if you must. Yet understand this: every step, every breath, every fleeting thought is yours alone to bear. Break the chains that bind you, or surrender to stagnation—lost in the path for eternity. In surrender, you lose not only the fight—but the very essence of what it means to walk this path at all. Do you have the strength to see this through, or will you falter beneath the weight of your own fears?