I.
Life is just
another spectator sport.
There is only
room for so many players.
The rules are
too complex.
It's safer
on the sidelines,
with a soda and some chips.
II.
I never liked conflict, or
competition.
I just want
to be left alone,
do my job,
and have the weekends off.
I have drunk
from the well of indifference,
and found it
as comfortable
as a cold beer and a couch.
III.
I don't ask for much.
I have forgotten
what living means,
and so I have chosen
a slow, comfortable death,
here, in this life.
I have made this choice:
I give up.
IV.
I don't want
to know everything
about life, but
I would like
to know some small part
of the big picture.
V.
My heart is fickle,
easily misled, and
my soul is rather
temperamental, without
well-defined boundaries,
something that keeps me
on my heels at times.
But it seems certain to me
that I was made to be
strong, fearless,
and as persistent as death itself.
VI.
I have found that
I am only as strong
as my next step.
I am only fearless
in the face of danger
within the circle
of human solidarity.
And I am persistent as death itself
only in my conviction that
this life, my life,
well-lived,
is the greatest gift
I can give
to you.
Note: pictures courtesy of Bruce Gagnon's blog, "Organizing Notes", found at:
http://space4peace.blogspot.com/