Flickering black to white, I dwell in a widdendream of stark opportunity. Lost in a sea supreme of suppositions I never quite fulfill; I walk a razor's edge in this surreality, leaving bloody footprints in my wake.

This winding dream slices through my vernacular leaving my tongue bleeding. A widening dreamscape painted for posterity;
showcasing a syntax of sharpened widdendreams.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Brevity of Life

"When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice." -Indian saying.

Life is but a whisper, a wind that blows by us and gives us a chill and then gone. We live our lives as though we will live forever, when we should be living our life as though we will die tonight. Our calendars are full of the tomorrows, but tomorrow is never promised to us. Only the now. I'm not saying that we shouldn't make future plans, but if you live in the future always scheduling something to be done, and never do it, you may find yourself in the position of not being able to accomplish anything.

I'm a big fan of goals - short term, long term and in between. I make goals for myself, things I want to accomplish in a month, a year, a lifetime... but sometimes I forget to make goals for the day. When I wake up, take a breath, I should give a thought about what I want to accomplish today. Perhaps I want to tell my family I love them, maybe I want to make someone smile, or maybe I want to organize something in the house; there are all kinds of daily goals one might have.

It's just that with the passing of my uncle the other day, yet again I am slammed against the reality that one day, I'm going to die. I would like to live until I'm a hundred, but I may only live another day. What will I leave behind, if I die tonight? Will I be remembered by my grand kids, or my great grand kids for anything? Will my stories be told age after age? I want to leave a legacy for those that come after me. I want people to tell stories about me at my memorial, to remember things about my life - is that wrong? I don't want to be forgotten and neglected.

I want my ashes to foster the growth of a great oak, where birds will nest and then fly from the branches, allowing my soul to finally fly. If I can't live until I'm a hundred, I want this oak to live for hundreds of years for me.

Life is brief. Enjoy the life you are given, there's plenty of time to be dead - so if you're life is dead, revive it!

"Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got a hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations." - George Bernard Shaw


  1. WOW. That is really deep. And you are SO RIGHT! I have lots of long term goals. Too many actually. I think I too need to focus on daily goals. You've given me something to think about!

    GoingTwinsane from Swap-bot...now following

  2. Thanks for reading and commenting, and I'm glad it gave you something to think about! Following your blog now too.