I read an interesting post recently by an author, John Gorman*, who professed that life is essentially meaningless, that there’s no preordained destination for our journey. Rather than searching fruitlessly for meaning in life, he wrote, we should be looking for the intrinsic value in the things we do along the way.
On the same day, I read another post by a different writer, Rachel McAlpine**, who mused poetically on the eventuality of her own death—
…I’ll be dead and I won’t know I’m dead because
the brain that could create, contain and comprehend that fact
has fled.
The two posts got me thinking about, guess what? Death, and the value of life. And here, in haiku form, are some conclusions I came to—
my thoughts, unbridled,
take me to worlds I ne’er will see,
nor have ever seen
don’t fret the future,
focus fiercely on the now
where we live our lives
the journey from womb
to tomb—no matter how long—
is but a fragment
I would have to live
forever to realize
I already died
nothing else matters
in the great, grand tapestry
if you are with me
See? No worries.
*[John Gorman – IG: @heygorman] **[Rachel McAlpine – writeintolife.com/blog]
Hi. A quick note to say I’m going to follow your site. No pressure to follow suit, tho I won’t complain if you do. Take care.
Neil Scheinin
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Thanks for the follow! And I’m going to do the same with you.
Especially liked your most recent post citing Denny Brown’s song, “Johnny’s Blues” and Ernest Tubb’s rendition of “Waltz Across Texas With You”.
Mixing music and words is something I like to do, and I’ll share this link as an example—https://tallandtruetales.blog/2018/06/25/only-words/
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Haikun’t think of one myself but yours will definitely suffice!
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Groa-oa-oa-n! Haiku-ed try to top that, but…..well, maybe I just did!
Thanks for the laugh!
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