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Start writing...She stood on the verge of understanding.

Tethering between life and death.

The wind whispered.

The Earth shook.

The space between pathos and logos battled for dominance.

Then her heart spoke,

There is a reason the caterpillar 🐛 transitions into a cocoon before becoming a butterfly 🦋.

There is a reason little seedlings were planted after the last winter frost 🌨️.

There is a reason you only move into a new home 🏡 only after the build is complete.

In the past, I have contemplated the theoretical concept of playing dead 🥀without being dead.

Like the possum surrounded by predators, I lay in the field of dreams.

Like most things, this resonates with one's perspective of death to continue to live.

It makes you ponder what it means to die daily.

For some, immobility is a form of death.

For others, the decimation of growth is death.

Medically speaking, the loss of neurological function is death.

Ironically, this is not about death, but the symbolism of death's characteristics.

I have observed humans invoking death's characteristics at different stages to survive.

In school, we remain silent even when we know the answer out of unsupported fear of being wrong,

In relationships, we fabricate or eviscerate our feelings out of fear of losing the connection.

In our jobs, we ride the assembly line even though we have already been assembled.

We fear the risk that does not pay off.

We fear the truth that does not reveal.

We fear the hope that does not produce.

And so, the caterpillar never becomes the butterfly.

The seedling never becomes a rose 🌹.

And the house never becomes a home 🏡.

Yet, change the perspective, and the theoretical becomes a reality.

I know a king who was born a servant.

I know a servant who became a king ♔.

I know a king who died a criminal, but became an advocate.

His camouflage was a necessity for his survival.

The ruse surrounding his birth was predicated on the hidden truths 🥷🏿remaining hidden until their appointed unveiling.

It makes you wonder if he always knew who he would become.

You might even speculate if it came to him in the midnight hour.

Perhaps the helper showed him the way.

In any case, once he knew, he began to walk as he had caught the clue 🧩.

Until his payment 💸 was due.

The ideology bears witness to the theoretical supposition of the original thought.

Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.

And just because you know doesn't mean you divulge.

Sometimes the more excellent victory is not in the now, but in the latter.

Bridle the tongue so the mouth may speak.

If the caterpillar 🐛 refused 🚫 to hibernate, it would never become the butterfly 🦋.

If the seedlings were never nurtured, they would never become roses.

If the tree were never cut, the house would never be home.

You cannot reach the Finish Line if you never run the race.

The journey of self-actualization is a painful but necessary process.

The pruning of others' opinions is needed to realize one's own.

You can only see the promise of living through the purpose.

Death is a relative.

Living is not.

The wave 🌊 crashed against my face.

Giving me the perfect embrace.

Knowledge shared,

Revealing who cared,

She folds up the body bag.

She raised the white 🏳️ flag.

Her time was near.

For all, she held dear.

She transitioned through space in time.

It was her time to climb 🧗🏾.