A proper poem, it makes me uncomfortable and ends with a punch. Not the kind one wants to read every day, but the kind one needs to read more often than once in a blue moon.
I do not know why I am really here, in a cosmic sense. I do not have or know "my purpose." So I do the best I can every day to not end up with unmendable regrets.
I fail more often than I care to admit.
If the basics were given...it begs the question, what are the basics? a pallet on the porch of the hostel where I work, with plenty of food, water, and the clothes on my back, friends and family, work and play, lots of laughter? or a house on a lake where I live alone with my dog, free space alone to breathe and create art away from social pressuer? or a motorcylce and a tent and all the gas and my fill of energy drinks and a laptop that can stream my adventures to the world?
Mabye, this is the very first thing each one of us has to figure out: What are my basic needs? What is the sum of things that keep me alive physically and--perhaps a luxury--sane emotionally?
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My brain stream is now branching into more directions than I get writing room for here, so this is a good place to stop.
A proper poem, it makes me uncomfortable and ends with a punch. Not the kind one wants to read every day, but the kind one needs to read more often than once in a blue moon.
I do not know why I am really here, in a cosmic sense. I do not have or know "my purpose." So I do the best I can every day to not end up with unmendable regrets.
I fail more often than I care to admit.
If the basics were given...it begs the question, what are the basics? a pallet on the porch of the hostel where I work, with plenty of food, water, and the clothes on my back, friends and family, work and play, lots of laughter? or a house on a lake where I live alone with my dog, free space alone to breathe and create art away from social pressuer? or a motorcylce and a tent and all the gas and my fill of energy drinks and a laptop that can stream my adventures to the world?
Mabye, this is the very first thing each one of us has to figure out: What are my basic needs? What is the sum of things that keep me alive physically and--perhaps a luxury--sane emotionally?
....
My brain stream is now branching into more directions than I get writing room for here, so this is a good place to stop.
DAMN! YOU ARE GIVING MISS DOROTHY PARKER A RUN FOR HER MONEY, JENA!!