Goals, Souls; a Poem
A bird chirped. A man burped. The remains of a soft drink, with ice, were slurped. The chimes of time rang. Was it my time? If not, it would be soon enough. Why do we focus on this stuff, or not? What, existentially speaking, is what?
In life we take a shot. We give it a go. We give it the old college try, whatever that means. And, we wonder why we do not achieve that which we have conceived. We await the reception of our conception as if putting in some effort will be enough. All too often, that is not the right stuff. We need to do more if we are serious about our goals. But, for too many of us, that grows old.
At first a ball of fire are we. Filled with desire, goals to which we aspire. Sooner than later, do we tire? Many of us do, sad but true. We have the get up, but we are not able to sustain the go. We start out fast and in minutes we are slow. Then, we are no show. And we lament in our unarticulated bitterness that life is unfair, that we did not get our share.
Ah, this thing called life. Filled too many times with self-inflicted strife. If only we could find our way out, break out of our self-imposed status quo. Have the get up and have the go. And keep on going. And going. And going.
Wannabe pirates we. Not of the high seas but of universal energy. Living in a mind of something for nothingness. “We deserve,” we insist to ourselves. Instead of realizing that birth, in times good or bad, in seasons warm or frigid, is the only lottery ticket we are truly ever to receive. The rest is for us to conceive yet, moreover, for us to achieve.
And achievement does not just come from some effort. “I gave it a try,” we whimper to ourselves instead of realizing that “a try” is not enough. That it is not what might be considered the right stuff. We need to live a creed. To do, again and again and again…
And when we have met failure 10,000 times and feel in our hearts defeated, to allow our timeless souls to take over and hear their whispers as grand shouts. “It is not over. Do not give up. Attempt 10,000 times more if you must and always remember to in yourself trust. For you are the vessel of the divine and you can evolve to success through the course of time.”
A bird chirped. A man burped. The remains of a soft drink, with ice, were slurped. The chimes of time rang. Was it my time? If not, it would be soon enough. Why do we focus on this stuff, or not? What, existentially speaking, is what?
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