Fundamental comfort of choice

Confused in thoughts and reasoning about the rightness of the choice to make a decision and the willingness to be, to live, to appreciate, to not love... That very sip is only living water, not laughing gas. Isn't this the fundamental comfort of no kinks in either one side or the other? Everything seems complex and so simple, though it has its own clear answer.

We are all essentially water.
Drops, splashes, fountain
in the best of us.
And I'm so eager
just to get a sip--
Living Water,
In reality, it's all laughing gas,
Soda and boiling water.
From glass to glass,
From cup to mug,
Time after time after time.
From each other in thought - no further than an arm's length away,
There's no other way to put it,
Though between us are countries/territories
And all the days we live through each other's eyes
We're screen stars and radio beacons to the rest of the world.
In airplanes, cars, jobs, houses, train stations.
Antidotes for tantrums
For two of one heart chipped on the rocks.

© Anton Lavrentiev

The thought of agreeing with you, @kutuzya to barter doesn't leave me. And yes... leaving with nothing is not the best choice either. 3-4 days for you, 2-3 weeks for me... At least you can carry n-kilogram luggage with you, no matter what's in that suitcase.

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