Monday, January 10, 2011

Musings and Poem

Let's face it, imminent change is stressful. But why?  Change is life, so why is it that the big conceptual changes are what affect us the most. Consider,

A change of job, and end of a relationship, moving to a new area... All of those things are scary as shit... But why?

Why do we choose to define ourselves by things like where we work, what we do at that job, who we are with, or where we are living? Sure those are all important factors that effect our immediate choices, but are those things really who I am?

We all derive so much of our self confidence from external sources. This year my goal is simple:

To set myself free from those limitations imposed by refusing to realize that my opinion is the only one that matters to me  (in an immediate sense).

It is way to much pressure to constantly be trying to please someone or something because it is what I am "supposed" to do, or its "just the way it works"  Not everyone will agree with how I choose to live my life, but I didn't ask them too. I don't care any more. And honestly, that feels great.

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,
or listened to rain slapping the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight,
or gazed at the sun fading into the night?

You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.


Do you run through each day on the fly,
when you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?

You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.


Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste, not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a friendship die,
'cause you never had time to call and say hi?

You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.


When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,
it's like an unopened gift thrown away.

Life isn't a race, so take it slower,
hear the music before your song is over.



-David L Weatherford

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