There is no realistic future. We have no idea what is realistic when it’s all in our heads. Seize control of the present and forge your own path. It’s all in your hands.
There are some things you cannot capture forever. The laugh of someone you love, the awe of watching of a simple sunset, the rushing sensation of waves lapping against your feet.
Even our memories do not hold on to sensations forever. Every time you remember something, there are changes and gaps. There is always a little void that could have held a beautiful moment that you once considered regular. Our memories often become more valuable as they drift away from the present, but that is true for a lot of things.
Our cameras can have incredibly high definition and clarity, but the problem with pictures is that they capture not the moment, but the instant. Even in videos, we cannot relive a memory that we have forgotten without considering it foreign and separate from ourselves.
So the only real way to capture a memory forever is to not capture it at all. The whole point of capturing a memory is to relive it, and to relive a memory is to abandon creating a new one in the present. Instead, we can choose to experience the present in all its joy, in all its pain, in all its beauty and in all its foulness. Because the glory of the present is not that it is perfect, but that it is real.
If you can only experience a moment once in all its glory, then you must choose to experience all its glory all at once.
Time is not your enemy.
You are. Your assumed immortality,
your blatant neglect of the world around you
and your ignorance of the wonders that pass you –
Time has never marched.
But you have. And your soul – now parched,
longing for something far from your hold,
forgetting that soon you’ll be still and cold –
Time is not unjust.
You are. Your blindness and mistrust
towards the truth of mortality,
your broken assumptions and mentality –
Time is not beyond control.
It is yours to seize. Yours in whole.
But promised only is this minute,
and if you can fit a universe within it –
Time is yours.
I watch them go to work every day
They always know what to do and say
“It’s a stable job and it’s got good pay”
Their heart hurts, but they go anyway
They hate their bosses, they hate their jobs
And yet they flee to work in mobs
Another day, another dollar
Their voice is choked beneath smoothened collars
Somewhere they’re convinced that they’re tired and duller
Though deep within their souls, they’re bursting with colour
Inside there’s an artist waiting to break free
Somewhere deep inside you & me.
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Author’s note: I know that I haven’t written in a while, so here’s a poem entitled The Easy Choice about how we are often confronted with decisions where the easy option isn’t the right one and how human nature often dictates that we run away from our troubles and in the face of adversity. I hope you enjoy it and take back something from my poem.
I walked the path of journeys old
Memories, of grime and gold
And wondered, nostalgic, what the cause
to leave what I loved doing truly was
What made me take the other route?
Who crushed my dream with fear and doubt?
Why did I choose to leave my load?
When I had reached but a mere crossroad?
Was my will so weak that I could not see
beyond the obstacles and adversity?
Was I so blinded by that I impetuously fled
so solely consumed by angst and dread
so unable to see what I could encounter ahead
that I forgot the reason why I tread
the road of what could have been?
Only because I lacked a win?
And now I wistfully reminisce
in seemingly utter comfort and bliss
Yet in my heart I feel untrue
to joy and passion for what I do
So if I again I am confronted
If all my hope is weak and blunted
In toil and work I shall immerse
And emerge victorious from the greatly adverse.
One day I pondered, prayed and asked,
Would you be proud if I had fame?
If even in places obscure and vast,
people knew and praised my name?
Would you be thrilled of my success?
If whatever I did, I was the best?
Unsurpassed, and nothing less,
If I wore victory like a crest?
Would you be pleased to see me rise?
And conquer every challenge faced?
Win each and every single prize,
every time I run a race?
God replied, “Sure, perhaps I would,
but maybe a little more if you paused your run,
took time out to do a little good,
and chose to have a little fun.”