Can we see it now

As the days grow darker & more dystopian all is revealed
Once again
It’s never been above people
As always it’s been about power
Gaining it any way possible, taking that front hose who will willing yield it
Stealing from those who try to hold on to it
Destroying it if less it stays in a place that can one day cause resilience
This isn’t the modern life
This is simply life

A Lesson in Death

Is it really death we are scared of or something else entirely?

We all know that one day we shall cease to exist, yet even in knowing this many will waste their lives and only begin to lament their choices once it’s too late, almost begging for another chance.

This makes me wonder, why don’t we make better choices, choices that we are truly at peace with.

You hear of 18 year old people suffering an unfortunate turn of events, then they give up all the material things that they were taught were important and go do what they really consider to be worth while.

Why don’t we all do that?

Could it be because we’re caught in the trap of consumerism, socialism, capitalism or some other for of ‘ism’.

I know many will say things such as “It’s different for them because….” they stop themselves short because the end of that sentence  can only be this –

“Because they won’t be around once they’ve had their fun.”

Or something similar, which is true, they may or will indeed die within a year in some cases and what do they decide to do with that time?

They choose to live.

They choose life.

They realise that while things are nice, they are just things and what really matters is what we choose to matter, which in their case is living, experiences that take their breath away and memories that they will always hold on to, even at the very end.

All we will have is the silence before we go and any of those heartfelt memories that in our life would bring a tear to our eyes and a smile to our lips.

Surely that’s better than any amount of things we can amass in the end.

I of course realise the irony of my words as I write them from a thing I own, in -between working for money to buy more things because I’m going to be around for at least a few more years.

What a hypocrite, eh?

I could let go of everything, all the follies, all the bullshit and yet I don’t because just like you I’m still a frightened child clinging on to a blanket for safety.

We fear the views of others, we fear our societies and being ostracised from them.

We fear being alone, cast out, different.

Funny really, after all the humanitarian talk of people being individuals and all that other bullshit we want nothing more than to be a part of the ‘in crowd, what ever that means.

More than just passing on our genetic code and the procreation of the species.

We have forgotten what it is to live.


Dying of the Light

We see this happening to our fellow man, our friends and even those closest to us.

As I gaze upon that which is inevitable, I weep. There is nothing I can do, nor say; there is nothing I can do to help. If it were possible I would tear out my own heart and bare your pain.

Eventually all light fades.

We sit and watch, the dying of the light.