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day, essay, free verse, moments, now, running thought, short form essay
I mean honestly I don’t care too much about the numbers, the milestones, the money or what you accrue. A legacy, an empire, anything scaled up from something real until you’re just molding something artificial. What it looks like to others, job, stability and hitting the to do list well. What really matters to me is existing honestly as myself, not worried about what I want to seem like. I want to reach out and feel truthfully and for each moment as it is. If I just add my own little strange mark onto the impressions of what this experience we have is, I’ve done my level best to add what is rightfully mine. Yet ironically this is the best gift you are able to give the world. If I’m able to give one speech or write one essay where I give someone the very visceral feeling of understanding something on a deeper level. If I’m able to see those glasses raised and diligently report my experience, filtered through my specific and novel filters or lack thereof and tell a story seen through my eyes. And share it as if they saw it as well. I’ll have really added what I’m here to add. I’ll have felt the world and universe and it and you all will feel me. No more just an idea, just held alone, just felt and seen for unacknowledged or unsure glances. I know these things are true. Have been true and are real still yet. No mountain needed to reach, only to know each day, each moment even if it didn’t seem… You were figuring it out and assembling the wisdom you needed, to add your x. So reach the summits, see the horizon and know it’s not always an allegory and yet each second and each moment matters as you flow through this existence and add what is you.