Life... Okay
Colors always blend and meld and flow
and somehow, these forests of green
seem more vibrant than the setting sun.
Lifting when you're low, holding you there
in a gently swaying hammock when life
feel right and all feels okay, almost
like it will will always be like this.
But you know better, it changes
as it goes, morphs as it flows,
never an end goal in sight in life.
You die when you do, but who knows?
Death may not be the end of life,
or even the opposite of life just a name
for the door you pass through to get to
the next level, the next stage of life.
Perhaps there are infinite stages of life,
and death may not be the end, but really,
yet another beginning. Maybe life doesn't
have a particular meaning or purpose,
maybe it's meaning and purpose are to
simply live it, until the next beginning.
Try to laugh and dance and enjoy it
while you are here, maybe that's
the only meaning it has. We probably
have it all wrong, you don't have to
accomplish all these goals. Just
work until you die, because your work
should be something you enjoy,
not something you do because
you have to or someone tells you
that it's what you need to do.
Maybe we shouldn't be doing anything
for what we get out of it, or gain from it,
but because we enjoy it. Sure, there
always will be things you have to do
you don't like doing, but that should not be
most of your life, or until the next beginning.
The vibrant leaves on the the cool trees,
the butterfly dancing from one flower,
to the next and the next and not thinking
about what flower it will drink from next
not even an hour from now, just enjoying
the one it's on now. Just enjoy the breeze,
stop thinking about tomorrow, or next year.
You are okay, always have been, in reality,
you probably always will be. It was only
in your mind that you were ever not okay,
random thoughts, jumbled, pick them apart
through writing. You are cared about,
and the flowers are blooming, it's cooled down.
What else do you want? You are content now,
in this moment, you are okay.
So forget about tomorrow, let it come
whenever it does. Bring whatever it will,
The banana trees are bright green,
the sky is bright blue, forget and remember.
Be quiet, my mind, focus. Right now you are calm,
enjoying everything, don't stop, continue like that
until the next beginning...
and somehow, these forests of green
seem more vibrant than the setting sun.
Lifting when you're low, holding you there
in a gently swaying hammock when life
feel right and all feels okay, almost
like it will will always be like this.
But you know better, it changes
as it goes, morphs as it flows,
never an end goal in sight in life.
You die when you do, but who knows?
Death may not be the end of life,
or even the opposite of life just a name
for the door you pass through to get to
the next level, the next stage of life.
Perhaps there are infinite stages of life,
and death may not be the end, but really,
yet another beginning. Maybe life doesn't
have a particular meaning or purpose,
maybe it's meaning and purpose are to
simply live it, until the next beginning.
Try to laugh and dance and enjoy it
while you are here, maybe that's
the only meaning it has. We probably
have it all wrong, you don't have to
accomplish all these goals. Just
work until you die, because your work
should be something you enjoy,
not something you do because
you have to or someone tells you
that it's what you need to do.
Maybe we shouldn't be doing anything
for what we get out of it, or gain from it,
but because we enjoy it. Sure, there
always will be things you have to do
you don't like doing, but that should not be
most of your life, or until the next beginning.
The vibrant leaves on the the cool trees,
the butterfly dancing from one flower,
to the next and the next and not thinking
about what flower it will drink from next
not even an hour from now, just enjoying
the one it's on now. Just enjoy the breeze,
stop thinking about tomorrow, or next year.
You are okay, always have been, in reality,
you probably always will be. It was only
in your mind that you were ever not okay,
random thoughts, jumbled, pick them apart
through writing. You are cared about,
and the flowers are blooming, it's cooled down.
What else do you want? You are content now,
in this moment, you are okay.
So forget about tomorrow, let it come
whenever it does. Bring whatever it will,
The banana trees are bright green,
the sky is bright blue, forget and remember.
Be quiet, my mind, focus. Right now you are calm,
enjoying everything, don't stop, continue like that
until the next beginning...
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