we take this life,
in which we are granted.
we place it on a stick,
and hold it
next to the fire.
we turn the stick,
and
are never satisfied,
we just toss this meat
into the fire.
what we burn,
never
makes any sense.
and all we have
are these thoughts,
and these reactions,
and this bottle
of cheap wine,
and still,
it's never enough.
and my god,
if we only knew
what enough
is,
we'd be settled
just a little bit
better.
and i'd even bet
that
we'll never be happy,
until each
and every piece of meat
that
we feed this
flame,
combusts
into
some piece
of perfection,
that we place
right before our faces.
honestly, seems like we won't ever be satisfied. as tho it is contrary to our nature. i believe that's our biggest burden, hurdle, handicap... whatever way it manifests for each of us. suppose the challenge is to hone for it something that makes us breath better and freer or force ourselves to learn to settle...
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if we only knew
what enough
is,
we'd be settled
just a little bit
better."
yeah vi. you definitley nailed it. the older i get, the more i believe that settling, or maybe even acceptance is the way to go. i still get very nervous when everything seems to be going right, that i'm doing something wrong. it's a very tough habit to break.
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