When I was young I used to sing in the shower.
As an adult I often find myself standing in the shower contemplating the meaning of life.
#philosophy #existence #shower
Nothing Rhymes Well With Want.
Have you there no itch to flaunt?
Feeling sated? Nonchalant?...
Welcome boredom’s endless taunt.
To want for naught is still to want.
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I might mourn the existential despair that floods me later, but for now, a cup of tea in my hands and the sun on my cheeks, this moment is enough.
That keeps me from falling.
Off the cliff.
I loosen the screws
Holding it together, like
There is only 1 outcome.
I was grateful.
This challenge makes me think of that Browning line from “Andrea del Sarto,”
“...man’s reach should exceed his grasp,/ Or what’s a heaven for?” I have it on good authority, however, that Browning thought neither of Audis nor iPhones when penning this line.
But That’s Life
You say to Lament or celebrate, but it's not one or the other. Existence is a cycle of Lamentations and celebrations.
I'm going to die. I can't tell you where, I can't tell you when. who knows? I could die after posting this, or even before I finis
when you have
an overflowing cup,
just get another cup
because you'll always
Just One More
“You’ll be happy,
For a half-century”,
When they were twenty.
Those years do not help
Now. Soul-wrenching death.
She’d remake the earth
For one word, for one breath.
We're humans. We take whatever slithers out of the deepest voids of this beautiful world, ruin it with our own two hands then complain until our curiosity is peaked again.