YOUR LIFE: A Beginners Guide

You will fall Blind and naked From a tranquil void Into a strange realm of bitter hostility For reasons entirely unknown. If you are fortunate You will have approximately 583,153 hours To not discover those reasons. So you’d better get started. The melting snows will Expose a world of virulent beauty and breathtakingwonder. You will snort endorphins, Smoke serotonin and dip dopamine Only to crash painfully into withdrawal, Too late now, you’re addicted. Your mind will fail to fully grasp The daunting vastness of our universe, The perplexities of quantum physics, The bizarreness of a 4-dimensional space-time. But don’t worry Ignorance too is relative. You will speak. Your thought commanding your language, all the while your language limits your thought. The summer sun Will heat your passions, Burn your face and shine On too many roads You will become an athlete Competing in the Darwinian Olympics, Where all medals are bronze. Are you fit enough? You will become a great sculptor Taking the clay of chaos and absurdity And creating brilliant masterpieces Of beauty and order. Arms first, they will all crumble. You will become a solider, Fiercely fighting fate With freedom of will and weapons of choice On the battlefields of chaos. But no matter What you’re doing or where you are Never forget The Trinity: Emotion, bodily appetite and reason, Waging war inside you as we speak. Autumn’s sublimity – your colors change with the leaves, Not as fresh, but yet somehow more beautiful. A time of deep reflection, But hurry, the leaves have almost fallen. You might enjoy hurting people, Thus you will do it, Selfishly Because you enjoy it. Or You might enjoy helping people, Thus you will do it, Selfishly Because you enjoy it. Same formula. You will find it utterly impossible To love thy neighbor as much as you love thyself, even though we are all 98.4% genetically identical to the chimpanzee. You will bare your teeth, Smiling at people you hate While lashing out at the those you love. But what is love anyway? Though no matter where you are or what you do, you must always rely on the strength of your heart To pump blood throughout your body. That’s all it does. You will trudge through the deepening snows on frozen grounds Into a desolate, barren landscape under skies of darkened grays. Alone, except for the sprawling trees reaching for you with their skinless limbs. The acrid winds will carve your face with visceral terror you never knew existed as you fall into the bitter cold, your screams sliced into gasping wails by the shards of anguish in your throat. And sinking deeper into the freezing snow, the only warmth will be the lamented tears shredding through your closing eyes. Or, You will embrace the arctic winds as they invigorate every atom of your being and every cell of your Existence rejoices in celebration of your life, as you fall into the softening snows and gracefully wave your arms with freedom and elation of a soaring eagle, Leaving behind an imprint of an angel Or even better - An imprint of yourself. You will die.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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