Why does everything have to make sense
Are we so impatient with time that we need to rush through life
at breakneck speed
focused on the finish?
Can we not allow ourselves the time to savour the moments
and some that arouse every fiber of our being
reminding us what it means to be alive…
Are we just numb? Are we too cynical? Are we afraid?
Do we take for granted those blissful moments that colour memories with joy and passion?
Do we tell ourselves that it was just an illusion
and didn’t mean anything?
Does that help us sleep at night
content and smug in our keen sense of survival?
Why do we feel like we must discard anything that seems challenging?
Are we so afraid of risk and chance and the possibilities that we can’t yet see
that are still ahead of us
that we struggle with what we don’t know
and we give up
well before we should.
Are we unwilling to take those extra steps to see what lies around the next bend
what we might find waiting for us upon the horizon?
Why are we so afraid of letting life seduce us?
Why do we refuse to listen to the voice inside, the one that jumps up and down with happiness
when we find something sublime
but immediately question its validity
or our own worthiness.
Are we so afraid to be happy
that we retreat
refusing to fight for what we need
what we deserve
what we want?
How does that make sense?
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2017
Photograph taken from Tumblr