I should be listening

…but I’m not

Give her my best they said

but is my best here inside my head?

If I could just recall

the wit I planned

The way she’d laugh

she just smiled instead

It sounded better in my head

What was it she wants, again?

I’ll give it if I can

But will it be enough

when she finds I’m just a man?

(She wants)  A man to make her laugh

A man to make her cry

 - but in a good way

What could I possibly say?

Her knight in shining armor

But will this tarnish be OK?

I polished as best I could

but will she notice I’m not all that good?

What was it she wants, again?

I’ll give it if I can

But will it be enough

when she finds I’m just a man?

(She wants) A man who’s down to Earth

but still can fly (but how high?)

To ground a bird would be a crime

and I’m sure there are no angels left

A man who’s a friend

- and a lover

Well how could I be one

and not the other?

…I wonder

What was it she wants, again?

I’ll give it if I can

But will it be enough

when she finds I’m just a man?

But will it be enough?

I’m just a man

There is no past. It’s a dream, an illusion. What we did…who we were, has some bearing on what we are now and perhaps even what we are yet to be. But what is past is gone.

There is no future…not yet. What we do now has some bearing on what will be. But there is no promise of anything beyond now.

The only thing that is, the only thing that matters, is now. The moment is the only thing that is real. And it is the “quality of moment” that is of the utmost importance. Everything we do, in every moment should be directed toward the full experience of the moment. For it’s quality, good or bad, is all that we have.

It’s unfortunate that we must sacrifice some quality of some moments in preparation for future moments. Funny thing that. We’re not guaranteed any future at all, yet we spend a large quantity of our precious few moments making investments in the future.

Our minds create the expectation of future because we remember the past.

What’s the balance? How much of now do we sacrifice for an unreal future? Sacrifice none and potentially reduce the quality of future moments. Sacrifice all and miss each moment…forever.

Everything that we do serves but one of three purposes. One is to avoid death, while another is to serve as mere diversion to let us forget even for a moment that we will die. The third, and might I say the only thing that is worthwhile, is creation.

I think that the main thing that holds man back is that most do not bother to develop a functioning philosophy for their lives. Generally, people tend to either accept what is spoon fed to them from birth in the form of the family religion, or they abandon their upbringing and replace it with nothing.  

I don’t believe that a person can truly find their true potential unless they first put aside what was handed them and then spend their lives creating their own personal views on existence. If they come full circle and find themselves returned to their roots, then they will have found their way to their true self. And the same is true if they find something altogether new.

What reality

      is time?

Just because it’s trapped me

      in it’s ticking

That it is

      all that is

is sickening

I’d trade the want

      of when

for now

      and now again

For time is nothing

      but my

mind’s own tricking!

Do not envy too much youth. It is a thing that is vain and shallow. It is foolish and frivolous with little care for others. It is lacking in anything of true value except for perhaps health and innocence. Health it squanders. Innocence and wisdom are estranged brothers; loathe to occupy the same place at the same time. If they can be reconciled then there is an accomplished man.