Inevitability


The ever impending doom that is death lingers over us on a daily basis. We are reminded constantly of what it is to be human, and, what it is to be mortal, despite our best efforts to duck, dodge and dive away from the ageing process. Whether it be an early, mid or late life crisis, they all boil down to the same sediment and sentiment.

That we are born and in doing so we must eventually die.


And when you really think about it; the futility of life that is, it is deeply frightening.


At one point or another we will all experience this thought:

“I am just a grain of sand in an ever expanding universe that will have zero impact on history whatsoever. I will be forgotten just the same as everyone who has ever lived, and everyone whoever will live.”

And this is totally normal. Terrifying, but normal.


Most people combat these negative feelings through distraction. This is a good idea seeing as the feeling of insignificance is incredibly unpleasant.

Inevitably distraction is a key part of what it is to be human.

Equally, so is mortality.

The irony being that a distraction from the inevitable only brings that inevitability closer towards you.


I would argue that it is always better to embrace the inevitable.

Now don’t get me wrong. It would be unwise to ruminate on the fragility of existence constantly because ultimately this would cause strong feelings of depression and/or anxiety. I do, however, believe that it is good to come to terms with your fate. In doing so you will defeat fear itself and unlock your true potential to live.


My very simple advice would be as follows;

Live in the moment rather than the past.

Seize the day rather than worry about the future.

Remember that life is futile but you don’t have to be.

Die living. Don’t live dying.


Ultimately the chance of you being created is around 1 in 400 trillion. So, why waste it?

Death is inevitable. Life, however, is not.


Blue sky thinking


Cool breeze

Eases the heat

Smiling sunshine’s

Caress is sublime

From head to feet.


Hopeful faces

Content, courageous

Sweet chitter chatter

Feet pitter patter

On pavement, in places.


A new beginning

Each day is bringing

Future plans

Are grasped in hands

And seized for winning.


Spirit grows not shrinking

Heart blooms not sinking

Exhilarating azure

Makes a dark mind pure

By it’s blue sky thinking.


Modern Living

The worst thing about the ‘modern’ world is that it doesn’t allow you to take a moment and appreciate, just;

Being.

The air you breath, the sky above you, the earth beneath your feet.

All of these real and natural things pale in comparison to the ever imposed, falsified pressure of being a ‘modern’ human.

So, the next time you encounter a moment in which you are relaxed in nature. Live it, really soak it in.

And, just;

Be.

Point the Pin


Thoughts are running wild

Their hoofs unruly; trample

Cerebellum sands reviled

Scatter, scurry and they scramble


A lack of understanding

As to why this burden carries

Aptitude is demanding

Mind and fear; forever marries


It’s hard to point the pin

If there ever really was one

In self-loathing, selfish skin

That coalesces til it’s gone


Yes, the suffering it stings

But the feeling never lasts

The ‘only hope’ should cling

Yielded tight within the grasp.


The Light


When you fear your future’s faded

When you’re growing grey and thin

When your chips have all been traded

And you feel you’ll never win


When you start to wane and wallow

In intrepid, toxic times

There’s a light for you to follow

A light inside you shines


It’s a light that fills your soul

And makes you who you are

Brightens the bleakest, blackest hole

Heals the deepest, darkest scar


In the corpus of commotion

Let that beautiful beacon beam

Across the unforgiving ocean

From the lighthouse of your dreams.


human. After all

As I walk
The breeze kisses my face
And vacuums
The dusty sediment
Of depression
And anxiety
Which blanketed my tired mind.

As I breathe
The cold night’s air
Fills my lungs
With a deep sense
Of appreciation
For another day of not only existing
But another day of truly living.

As I think
The prisms and pictures
Spinning and cascading colourfully
My wondrous windmill thoughts
Exemplify the beauty
Of what it is
To be alive and well.

And to be human. After all.