Being.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘢𝘬𝘦...𝘈 𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘮
𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎~ 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘌𝘵𝘤
"The unexamined life is not worth living."
— Socrates
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."
— Oscar Wilde
"Time is the substance I am made of."
— Jorge Luis Borges
"Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it."
— Haruki Murakami
The day you wake…
You’re not gonna see what you think.
::
You’ll smell flowers that you never
Thought to stop by.
::
You’ll check your watch to make sure
Time was slow enough to make as many
Memories as you can.
Because you know time can kill you.
::
You’ll stare at the cutting knife as
You prepare your dinner…
And you’ll wonder how something
That helps so many could be so ok
With killing you.
::
And when you drink water,
You think of all the ways you could use it…
You know you’ll die without it…
And you know you can die with it.
::
Maybe it’s the subtle idea of knowing
Someone out there is being given a
Timer with little time to spare.
But you continue your days…
::
And the Day you wake up…
Your gonna see the way the sky
Look’s at you different.
Almost like some silent movie of
Morality.
::
You’ll see the trees sway and wonder
How many have fell over the past year or two.
because Somewhere out there ones
blocking the road for an ambulance to get through…
::
And the day you wake
Being asleep would never occur to you…
Because why sleep when that can turn
Permanent?
::
You’ll realize everyone is living.
But You’re just here…
Being.
Being.
Being.
::
And the day you wake…
You’ll hug your little ones.
::
you’ll tell them about the old times—
When the porch lights stayed one and
You didn’t have to lock your doors.
::
You’ll hug your mom…
Tell her she’s the best mom
You could ever ask for…
Or for some of you—
You’ll look at her and ask her
Why she did what she did…
::
You’ll smile at your dad…
You’ll see him cry for the first time.
You’ll tell him all the times you loved with
Him…
And for some of you—
You’ll look at him and ask him why
He did what he did…
::
You’ll go out at a bar,
Drink your drinks…
wishing you weren’t so tired from work…
And knowing that this was just a repeat
Of hiding your liquor in your energy drinks.
::
You’ll go out…
Get hit by that car and wonder what
Went wrong.
::
You’ll imagine being a star and having
All your dreams…but then you see that
You’re already 30 and you see no point.
“It’s never to late” you hear…
But isn’t it?
:
And the day you wake…
You’ll realize everyone is living.
But You’re just here…
Being.
Being.
Being.
::
Because the day you wake—
That’s the day you wake up to
When you enter the world.
::
there’s no escaping this reality…
There’s no going past the limits of this
Unexpected journey.
::
The day you wake is the day you
Start realizing you will grow in a
World that is unmatched to your thoughts.
::
It’s the day you realize that your going to
Live in a world with so many different
Perspectives.
::
And it’s the day that you wake…that
You’ll realize everyone is living.
But You’re just here…
Being.
Being.
Being.
::
And at the end of this poem…
You’ll go back and read all you’ve just written
And you’ll realize,
In this whole thing your changed the
Meaning of
“The day you wake”
::
But…maybe that’s just your way of,
Being
Being
Being
“Sometimes…the world you live in isn’t the one you wanna see. Wouldn’t you think that’s perspective?”
—Sarah
🔥🔥🔥 as always.