c'est la vie

c'est la vie

A Poem by elle

as days pass
we learn more of self
if done right
yet lose a little more of life

existing is all about a give & take, ey?
tug of war til the finish line!
as we stress to control variables in which we possess no power over
such as time, both future and past
we deplete ourselves
mentally, physically & spiritually
by robbing us of the opportunity to seize the moment

we fail to remind ourselves
that the only thing that remains permanent
is that of impermanence
and we'd be more at peace if we reminded ourselves of this  

we construct homes of ice and then become enraged when summer comes
as if we didn't have a clue it would arrive
with beams more vengeful than the previous year

so live for today, as tomorrow we may never bare witness. 

© 2019 elle


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How important it is to seize the moment. Life is short, why waste it?Your words mean more to me now I am older than they would have done in my much younger years. I like where you took me here elle.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


elle

5 Years Ago

glad i could help you transcend
and the older we get...the more learn, the more we realize we don't know after all...
Yes, live for today...best advice because all the knowledge in the world and saving for tomorrow won't matter if we are not around to enjoy it. I need to go back to my igloo now.
ah life...
really good poem with as always...sound philosophical wanderings.

Posted 5 Years Ago


elle

5 Years Ago

i can totally agree to that! theres so much more to explore and become one with...

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elle
elle

Seeking Nirvana, NC



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“I am my best work - a series of road maps, reports, recipes, doodles, and prayers from the front lines” -Audre Lorde Mom. Awkward. Sarcastic. Emotional. And I blame things on my Pisce.. more..

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A Poem by elle