On not murdering your ego.
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They say kill the Ego, but…
What will be of me once the deed is done? When he is long gone, who will occupy the void he left behind? Will I build another ego? Or perhaps it’ll be Some collective ideology That will barge through my new fortress and plunder my soil with seeds of its’ own? Will I have do a killing all over again? Can my consciousness survive with no personality, no memories, and no desires? What will be of my present when my past is forgotten and my future is shunned? Will my friends still want to talk To that remnant shell of me? Will my mother still love me if I wasn’t a little shit? Will my wife still look at me the way she does? What will be of me and everything inside once the killing is done? What if that space, once created by war, is now occupied by peace? And that which was once hated is now loved and that which was once murdered is now alive, And that which as once judged, Is now held and blooming, with spring tulips, and bright sunflowers, from the dark dirt I must rise. This hard time is the soil from which I will sprout. This confusion is my torch, and soon my path will once again be illuminated. This heart break is my fucking stage to finally perform all the tricks I have learned. This pain is nothing but a bitter pill that will not kill but strengthen me. Gather my parts, I shall, and leave any of them behind, I won’t.
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