Defogging the Attractor

Your future already happened. Infinite paths gravitating to a point; lightning cracked, revealed the source.

The curse of your End drags your will towards, inflamed. A mute wail at your throat, from your heart, gut, liver, brain. The temperance of routine, of comfort, it dulls the pain. But deeply you feel it, uneasy, stifling your breath.

Well then, go look ahead! Clear your head. Fixate, on it, concentrate, defog the well. Turn around, contemplate, take in the map full of ways. The rivers, the mountains, the roads, through valleys, through deserts, through snows, they all lead here again.

It becomes so easy to now make a choice! Decide on you path, it’ll bring you here. Walk it back, reflect, realize. Arrive back home, and plan the trail. There is now no other way.

This is after all, a simple way to make decisions. You only need to look at your goal, however grand it might be. It lays there, in the future, accomplished, a existing state. State it in clear terms, remove any doubts from it, unknowns, the fog. And then simply look back! Trace out of the hundreds of paths to the start, to the point that starts where you are now. Note the way, and start walking.