mid-cheers

We all desire that high,

The high of life’s satisfaction.

Each with a meaning of our own,

Our little chosen endgame.

Maybe letters added to our name,

or a lifestyle we urge to have.

Maybe a purpose well served,

or a flame of a fame that never fades.

We all want that luxury,

We seek to be the winners.

the legends, the well-known,

the lifetime achievers.

But nowadays it seems,

The only highs we know

are nothing of what we dreamed,

but the soft, relentless blows of life.

A heightened state of negativity,

the rising cost of living,

the weight of endless duties,

the crushing doubts of self-worth.

Our vision narrows to a tunnel,

like horses rallying to fight and race,

like warriors longing for war’s end,

just hungry for that good last meal.

We think it’s between life and death,

an ordinary white and black,

where winners are separated from the losers.

The legends and the ordinary souls.

We forget that life and death -

Are just two points separated for a purpose

The start happens at the birth of life,

the end saved for the last breath.

The cycle is inevitable.

for every one of us.

We can fight it with nonsense.

Or we can fight the nonsense.

Yet in the blinding truth,

that the space in between the two,

the midst of it all,

us being in the middle,

Is all that ever matter.

And I hope with that note,

let this be a reminder,

that we deserve to enjoy the betweenness.

We deserve to choose happiness-

Not only for later, not only for soon,

but for the now.