my life is half begun though i have yet to live so filled with fear and a need to please that i no longer know who i am if I ever did.
Category: philosophy
the point
do you have time to
stop and smell the roses
or admire the play of
the sun against the
clouds as it rises
or hear the birds
proclaim their joy
or feel the brush of
cotton against your skin?
no? then what is the point?
waxing
waxing philosophical about
what motivates people. why do we
jump to conclusions, not listen, when
friends share with us? why do we
feel it is our right to voice our opinion
when we didn’t take the time to
become familiar with the topic first? why do we
judge others in ways we do not
judge ourselves? why do we
not see the suffering we create
when we treat our friends like
internet trolls? why do we
not consider the feelings we might
be hurting…
reflection
do you take the time to ponder
choices you made
or actions you took?
not in a critical way…
i should have…
why didn’t i…
when will i learn…
in more of a
how did i get here from there?
why did i make that choice
when it is so far from my norm?
gathering insights into
the beautiful you these
choices have shaped.
life
life is not practical.
messy and awkward,
sweaty and stained;
life is the way you live it.
do you embrace the little joys
the celebrations, the flowers,
the love?
do you aim for a life free of
mistakes, failures, and accidents?
do you struggle to control
and dictate actions and feelings?
life is the way you live it.
sweaty and stained,
messy and awkward;
life is not practical.
shampoo
an aisle of shampoo
presenting a plethora
of choices for us
we think we want this
then we stand trying to choose
is there are difference?
universe
insignificance
what can be more beautiful
absolved the burden
