It's Called Free Will

^{"The Other"}

They ^{whoever "they" are... still} say that a picture speaks a thousand words, words, words.

I find it unnecessary to write or speak so much these days.

It is very peaceful.

I was at The Crossroads a couple of years ago. But... inevitably... things change.

Recently, I hit a T-Juntion on my wanderings and wonderings.

But I'd already decided which way leads to Peace.

For me personally.

But we all have our part to play.

And each of us is as worthy as The Other.

What Other?, one would have to wonder on their wanderings.

But some would disagree with this too.

And again...

They would be Right.

Even though I choose to go Left.

I am what I AM.

Still...

I won't stop walking because I still havent' reached the final destination.

Whatever that is.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts...
_{- As You Like It, by William Shakespeare}

_{Almost Fully Human
Beta than before
Maybe
...}

 

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_{Images mine and edited with Photoshop}

 

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_{I am in an extended ai hack because cencorship and eh. Typ-ops ^{: D} are not, often, "mine" and my content is, regularly, altered to make me look flaky and stoopid. ^{intentional typo again :D}}