Road less taken

I’ve left the baggage

I’ve left the clouds

I see a new door open

It’s the door I want to take

But it’s not a road most taken

It’s a road for the few

But this road is my life

This is my passion, I’ve made my decision

This road less taken is the road I will travel

 

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I will miss you.

I used to see you everyday.

Every single day – You and me.

You used to teach me right from wrong

Tell me how to play by the rules

But now you’re gone.

Harboring a new horizon.

I will miss you my love.

I will miss you like hell.

You never knew how much you meant to me

How much I valued you

I thank you for all the wisdom and help

I hope one day our paths cross again

I will miss you like hell.

Bellow My Grief

This poem is in response to the short story called Misery by Anton Chekhov 

“To Whom Shall I Tell My Grief?”

Sorrow shimmers through his body

His son – his little baby calf – dead!

oh! What agony!

To lose a loved one is to repent a lifetime

If only someone would hear him bawl

Listen vehemently to his grief – his distress – his pain.

He would cry to the world

Curse at the cosmos

To acquire the wishful years lost;

For his only son to reappear in his arms again.

R.I.P – Kuzma Ionitch

American Beauty – A memorable quote

I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain

You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.

Living for Today

This poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti really strikes a chord with me. A friend sent me this poem on Facebook telling me to “live life today” and it made me think…..

A Daughter of Eve

A fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
A fool to snap my lily.

My garden-plot I have not kept;
Faded and all-forsaken,
I weep as I have never wept:
Oh it was summer when I slept,
It’s winter now I waken.

Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warm’d sweet to-morrow:
Stripp’d bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.

There are many themes which can be attributed to this poem – including time, patience, love, anxiety and many more. When we do not make the most of the moment in which we are living – like NOW – then time really starts to fall behind us and there is no way to relive the moments just lost.

Living in the future or the past will not help the present. It is what we make of NOW that really matters.

I hate to break it to you but I haven’t made the most of the time I have had. I wish I did. I wish I knew how much each moment means because then I would grab each and every opportunity I had. But one of the beautiful thing about life is it is unpredictable and destiny seems to have it’s own way of reminding us to take the path we are destined to take.

I hope we can all make the most of today and the moments we have. Living for the now and here rather than for anything else