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.
Love it. I would very much like the time and resources to figure that question out more fully for myself. I think it is something we should make a point of giving one another as a race. The time, resources, and support to figure out what we are each here to do. Because each of us is on an individual journey but we also have something to share with others - with the planet and the critters that inhabit it. If we gave one another that time I suspect we would have far fewer problems and a lot more insight. Of course I may also be barking up the wrong tree. HUGS!
My goodness, that is quite a compliment. Thank you! I wonder when the fame and fortune she enjoyed will kick in for me - lol.
I feel strongly that this is what I’m supposed to be doing but often feel I am shouting to an empty room. I am very grateful you see and hear me - that you too believe these wars on our freedoms and rights cannot be allowed. We are better than that. Hugs, Auntie E.
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.
Love it. I would very much like the time and resources to figure that question out more fully for myself. I think it is something we should make a point of giving one another as a race. The time, resources, and support to figure out what we are each here to do. Because each of us is on an individual journey but we also have something to share with others - with the planet and the critters that inhabit it. If we gave one another that time I suspect we would have far fewer problems and a lot more insight. Of course I may also be barking up the wrong tree. HUGS!
DAMN! YOU ARE GIVING MISS DOROTHY PARKER A RUN FOR HER MONEY, JENA!!
My goodness, that is quite a compliment. Thank you! I wonder when the fame and fortune she enjoyed will kick in for me - lol.
I feel strongly that this is what I’m supposed to be doing but often feel I am shouting to an empty room. I am very grateful you see and hear me - that you too believe these wars on our freedoms and rights cannot be allowed. We are better than that. Hugs, Auntie E.