All things that begin
must come
to an inevitable end.
A cry of distress,
in an unfamiliar world
and hence begins life.
Some live for a 100 years
without being alive
for even
a second of it.
We are our own undoing.
Blessing or tragedy?
Stop and smell the roses,
they say.
Maybe I should
become that rose
and carry that beauty
within me.
I wish to forge
my own path.
Untethered, free and wild.
Liberated from this worldly cage,
and when Death finally finds me
may it find me alive.
The other day, I came across an African proverb : “When death comes to find you, may it find you alive.”
We spend a lot of our lives being held back by trying to become what we think others expect us to be. We let ourselves be trapped in a cage.
Our soul knows what it wants. At this very moment, it’s speaking to you. Listen. Then go do it, grab it, live it.
Something went wrong with my WP a few days ago, and this got posted before I was done editing it. I removed it as soon as it happened, but a few of you had already read it and left comments. I’m sorry I had to delete that post because it just wasn’t ready. This is the final and improved version!
Whimsical Wordsmith 