There was that day we took our place,
And waited for the gunning;
We joined the only race there is,
That all of us are running.
For some each step is breathless, true,
And every lap a fast one:
For some, the race is over now.
This last turn was their last one.
We run so far and strain so hard
There’s no one understands
No matter what, we’ll too be called
To move into the stands.
The time that ticks is short, but still,
We feel we’ve time to win it;
The scramble that we all are in
That’s o’er e’er we begin it.
But maybe, some will know today,
If they turn in, and honest,
That though we’re doomed to run this track
It needn’t be
A contest
Hmm..makes me think that you are talking about the “rat race”. For me, that is what your words said to me. This never ending trying to prove to someone, something that we are good enough..to keep pushing and pushing when we just are supposed to let go, go with the flow. It has been a year of those lessons for me, and it is now up to me to see if I have learned them or not.
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It’s weird that we let others set our priorities for us. At least I do, sometimes, and I’m not sure why.
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I do too. I have been told that there is a universal feeling that we carry as souls being born into human existence, and that is this deep sense of unworthiness. And our life journeys are for us to remember our true selves. I look at it as a deal we make. We come into human existence to experience all that is human, and in return we give up the memory of our true selves..and use this journey to remember it again. Or else, there is no point. That’s just one way of looking at it 🙂
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That’s a beautiful way of seeing life, I think.
Forgetfulness can be a gift or a curse.
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Aww…thanks! Not really my thoughts..but stuff I’ve read and been told..hehe. A curse can also be gift to help us..in a way?
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Yes, I can see that being the case.
I’m on my way across country to see my mother, whose health and memory are failing. She finds the forgetfulness of old age to be humorous, which I admire.
Original or not, you’ve given me some new things to think about…
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