Life goals

‎"In the absence of clearly-defined goals, we become strangely loyal to performing daily trivia until ultimately we become enslaved by it." 

-- Robert Heinlein, American Novelist

Am I done at 31?

Am I done at 31?

All that fun that had just begun has now been flung in the past.

Cast aside and at a loss, tedious dross is my constant.

No more waiting to grow-up, the growing has finished.

Any procrastinations for tomorrow are diminished.

The scene is set, the ships are moored, and yet I wait idly bored.

Scraping for inspiration in a load of nought,

Who thought this was all it was cracked up to be?

Unfortunately, maturity requires motivation and I just don’t have the energy….

Am I done at 31?

I don’t think I even started. 

Desiderata

A friend showed me this poem today and I had to post it. I’ll let Max Ehrmann say the rest. 

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. 

As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;

You have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,

And whatever your labors and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann

Distracted

I think I am Distracted: a preoccupation on something worrying or unpleasant.

I would rather call it a Daydream: a wakeful musing or reverie

Leading into a Fantasy: the creative imagination; unrestrained fancy

A capricious brain

Walking memory lane

Making up some tales

Creating little dales

Of whimsy and fun

To forget the humdrum

What a delight

For your mind to take flight

And take a pause

For no real cause.

Heart-gut

The heart whispers while the stomach is churning,

The gut is yearning to be heard.

The head overrides with the rational and logical

Forgetting that decisions are not that methodical.

No decision is A to B.

Traffic jams of feelings and detours of emotions

Veer the mind off course, forcing C, D and E to present themselves.

Delving further into the quandary; encompassing all and sundry.

Exposing the landscape that is this problem and revealing the many roads through it.

The heart-gut is tumbling, tumbling out of control.

Tricked into believing the worst-case possibility is the actual reality.

Dread spreads through the abdomen.

Mind is a-panicking.

Trapped in the thought of ultimate dislike.

Instant relief that none of it was true.

Just an imagination running wild.

The decision was made, and in the heart-gut’s favour.

The brain was the savour, for once.

Alone is not lonely

Alone is not lonely.

Solitude is not synonymous with loneliness.

I am not lost at sea but taking my time.

Why is a time-out a punishment and not a haven?

Block out the falderal, chatter, prattle, carbon dioxide for a moment’s breath

And think of nothing.

Answer to no one.

Forget you are someone.

Unchain from the tick-tock.

Until you are content. 

Long term

A wedding may need a bride

But a marriage makes a wife.

Why focus on one day

And not invest in a whole life?

Being first may be fun

But it is far worse waiting for everyone else

To catch

Up

Boredom prevails and any victory goes stale.

Rushing a journey

May make the destination arrive quicker.

But a lifetime’s experience

Will reduce to a flicker.

Satiate the now

For the potential of never.

There is no point in the future

If today is the forever.  

The longer the term the more that is earned.

The shorter the term the more likely a return.