How do you find a rhythm? How do you remember that life is, if not short, then finite. Reading about Greek & Roman civilization really helps. Came up with this poem today in response to the longer view that reading a book like “The Swerve” encourages…
It’s just a day
Just another 24 hours on the road
No finish lines will be crossed
No jackpots hit
No glorious codas reached
No final victory won
The coming of night is the sole reward.
Enjoy small pleasures
Share a moment with your fellow travelers
We’re all just walking
One step at a time
Toward the grave
Don’t give chase
Resist the illusory hum of frantic necessity
Civilizations rise and they fall
Find a rhythm fit for miles
Knowing that in the end is dust
And being alive this day is the only miracle
You will ever know.
2 Replies to “The end of striving”
This is an awakening thought process! I came close to this very conclusion recently, after hearing of the loss of several family friends as the month of April came to a close. I have three memorials to attend in the next two weeks. This will help me keep a better perspective. Thank you,
Your poem was very handsome and moving, and struck a definite chord. I’m now enjoying savoring “The Swerve.” Thank you for both gifts.