58 of #100daychallenge: hardy
I don’t know why, but I’m freaking out
This life isn’t for me
It’s not just for me
When you actually know that with your whole self
The days are different
The things are things
Not desires
Desires are dire
I think I prefer to be confused
When I stopped being confused
I can see why
People have chosen to leave
What can we do?
What can I do?
Right now
I can see my own life’s movie
And I’m left with
Is this it?
I sat here thinking about doing so many things
Then avoiding them
Asking them to leave me alone
I stood here knowing I could do more
Knowing that the great unhappiness within and around
Is much to do about doing a day’s work
And not a life’s work
Living on a day’s worth
In place of a life’s worth
This is not my creation
But I am forced to reckon
Unbury me, how?
Impossible to separate myself
Connected by entanglement
I am creator and created
Whether I like it or not
I am a part of the perpetual motion
What I do
What I don’t do
I do not know if life is about happiness
I do suspect life is about peace
I’m trying not to have a hard time in life
But life is hard
And sometimes I like when I stop fighting
And I let life be hard
And I find that I am hardy
I become grateful
Filled and complete
Grateful feels beyond happy
I do not know what the purpose of human life is
Yet, I feel called upon
I’ve entered the sanctuary
Of non-confusion
It’s simpler here
Emotionless
Because there is only one thing to do
There is nothing to become of you
When your purpose is clear
And you realize
It’s all you really have
And now all you really have to do
Is do it
All the days and all the ways
You are
That’s it
That’s everything
There are no barriers
No issue of time
No stopping or distracting you
Here I am is the only thought
Standing before free will
Finally understanding
To choose is against being
Everything that I am already exists
My daughter was doing her homework and she asked for some help. She was reading John Steinbeck’s Nobel Prize acceptance speech.
Suddenly, I felt myself come together again as I read the speech and this one line summed up exactly how I feel.
Man himself has become our greatest hazard and our only hope
Steinbeck’s speech comes through even more powerfully in 2018. It is the type of wisdom that must be absorbed in the original format, though so please read it yourself.
I also love what he says about writers and writing:
The ancient commission of the writer has not changed. He is charged with exposing our many grievous faults and failures, with dredging up to the light our dark and dangerous dreams for the purpose of improvement.
Furthermore, the writer is delegated to declare and to celebrate man’s proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit – for gallantry in defeat – for courage, compassion and love.
There is a lot of good in this world. It just seems to get lost sometimes or perhaps, I just get dim sometimes. There is an unearthly simplicity and completeness in pure goodness. I think that’s why it gets lost, because we can’t believe it to be true for more than an instance. More and more, I feel a responsibility to shine the light of good on everything and everyone, not because I am so good, but because I am good enough to recognize it when I see it.
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Brightly,
Laura