There i was again

Again feeling lost

Again not enough

Again chasing instead of creating

Another tumble, another large-scale coin flip

Will I again convert this life into new satisfaction

As I did before with youthful gusto

Do I still have the vigor of days past

Or am I nearer the burnout than the explosion

As I comb through my howls of 12 years ago

I see the same person still withstanding the same wraiths

Muscles expanded beyond the secular, tho

This friction be like gains

I fought and won

I doubted and overcame

Nothing new, mate

I tell myself

As I ponder if I should throw this day away or use it

Time flies when you live

And I lived

Not yet there, sharing the caelum with the divinity

But touched so many Numina—

You can call me seraphic

I got what I desired

And I will get it again

My dominion is my creation

For decades now

That never altered

Thank the universe

And will never be swayed

I’m proud of that

I can say I did it my way

And I will go on like that

I tell myself while I ponder if I should throw away another day

Or use it

You did it, my g

Don’t forget

You’ve been here before

And will be again

Lost in loathing

Pondering the orb

Instead of finishing up

But do not dismantle yourself

Raise your vital force tall

Treasure you

Outstandingly in times of distraction

And you will find control

As you found mastery

Which will lead, like before,

To foreseen and hard-earned bliss

use your world

 Everything changes.

Every move we make shifts something in this world.

Every action, we take as a community, a society, or as individuals, leaves an impact.

Things change.

Nothing ever changes, is a nihilistic lie.

Of course, some things remain, or patterns resurface,

constantly.

But to simply shrug it off and say nothing changes is a Miscalculation.

People die. They do.

And new ideas are born every day.

Every scream, every breath and every thought, changes things.

Often for the worse, for children and their parents, but mostly for the best.

The world is on the up and up. Never before have our bellies been fuller.

We look for Cures daily.

Some to steal more, some to give back.

Some answers rape, some heal.

And still, we strive and prosper.

Still, we are not done here.

Still, there are more of us.

Still, we are blind, ripping for the last piece of cake.

We don’t have enough. We want more.

But not to lose the thread—

This gift,

God’s paradise,

Lush and breathing,

Black Friday, every day.

It’s the prime time, baby, the best in recorded history.

So why bicker?

We need to use this galactic tin foil as a receiver,

a hearing aid for the wonders of the universe.

As we did, before the records, I believe.

All we forgor,

we can find again.

The connection is out there.

Let’s plug in,

And we will use the world we are born into as a beacon, not a warning.