Thinking About Life

Fire

Fire causes destruction of all in its path.

It does so with grace and grandeur;

A magnificent beauty of illumination.

 

Fire is the essential tool of modern creation.

Its utilization has advanced the very world it destroys;

A dichotomy to be dealt with.

 

Fire is passion.

Passion is fire.

It creates beauty, just as much as it destroys it.

Passion is admired, as often as it is questioned.

 

A fiery personality pushes ahead.

It is weighed down by status quo.

It endures.

 

As burning coals fuel the world,

Passion fuels the soul.

When passion dies, so does the being.

The motivation to continue ceases to exist.

 

The fire’s flame is dying slowly.

Something that burned so bright has since been fought down,

Fought down by earth and water.

It feels unusual and it feels uncertain.

 

Staring at the dying flame,

Those who watch wait for its revival.

Contemplating fuel sources, none seem to be found.

Anxiously watching time go by,

The soul dies in remembrance of years gone by.

 

Sites were not just seen, but experienced.

Sounds not simply heard, but felt.

The world seemed so available;

A place to play in, learn in and enjoy.

Now, it seems that place has gone.

 

Barriers not worth fighting,

The fire’s light dims.

It desperately pleas for fuel,

Or the flame itself will diminish to darkness.

 

 

 

The Innocent Smile

A mother sits on a bench. A stroller sits with a small baby looking unknowlingly at the future world she will soon have to conquer. She smiles because others smile at her, but without the sense of knowing why they all smile at her. The natural reflex of smiling at a baby is hard to avoid.

The small baby doesn’t know she is a symbol of what we all once had. A tableau rosa being colored in ever so rapidly, everyday. It all goes by so fast. She reminds us of the innocence that exists in the cruel world that surrounds us. She reminds us of the choices we made then and the choices we make now. We are reminded of the mistakes we made and the battles we won; the guy we shouldn’t have let go, the job we earned and the time we had one more when we should have said no.

She shares the undetermined future, but we have less chances than her. The world will be in a different spot when she is my age. I don’t know if I should be scared for her, myself or everyone.

 

Dear Mr. Jack of All Trades

Dear Mr. Jack of All Trades, Master of None,

Tell me what you do well, and then tell me what you dont. You do so much, yet do so little.

What is it like to know a little about everything, but command knowledge in nothing? Is it difficult or complicated? Are you complacent or frustrated? Can you build a life on this, or will you struggle and drown?

Mr. Jack of All Trade, Master of none, you do not command attention when you walk in a room. No one recalls second rate talent and you’ll simply blend in. Recognition is not bestowed upon a master of nothing.

Mr. Jack of All Trades, Master of None, answer a question for me. How do you fit in a specialized world? How do you compete against anyone? You contemplate a gold medal, but never earn one. I imagine that is the case. Are you happy Mr. Jack of All Trades?

I assume these questions must be difficult to answer. You could avoid this all if you’d simply choose a focus. Make a choice and master that. You may lose a title, but you may gain fame. For all you know, you’ll find success Mr. Jack of All Trades, Master of None.