Life is a
struggle,
negotiating
daily with the
pains, aches
and assaults
to our
senses.
Wrestling
with the
unknown
parts of ourselves,
the known,
and the matter
in between.
Teetering
between madness
and joy, we
pick our battles,
sometimes we
win,
sometimes we
lose.
There are
depths to our minds
that when
imagined, are dark
unending
chasms to infinity,
of which
nothing can escape.
There are soaring
heights to
our minds,
swooping effortlessly
over bright
golden fields of ceaseless
beauty and
majesty.
There’s the
middle; gray, misty,
rocky,
filled with perils and ghosts
of our shame
and embarrassments,
and of our
potential triumphs.
Navigating
this complex human vessel
is
hazardous, daunting and damaging,
it’s scary, balanced
between being prey
or being the
hunter.
Billions of
minor choices a millisecond
course
through the electrochemical
engine of
our brains, fueling desires or
fears,
passions and pleasures.
Life, in and
out of our control, to tame it
and to be
tamed by it, to shake your fist at
it in defiance
or accept it in peaceful
complacency.
Life is a
struggle,
to be uneasy
about it
is normal.
That’s life.
And it takes a lifetime
to learn.
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