Lane Change

As we sat in our trucks
and cars
So close to each other
But minds so far

Only thinking of what’s next
Rushing from one thing to another

A seagull floated above
Sorry for us

He was free
He was at ease

We were stressed and anxious
Annoyed and hurried

He was unaware of the time
Unaware of the congestion

We were squeezing in,
Cutting off,
Muttering profanity

He wished we could stop
get out of the lane
We had chosen
Step back
Breathe the air
Surrounding the chaos
We had sped to join

And see each other
For a moment
Not see a black car
A red truck

But the child inside each of us
Dreaming of being free
Just like him

How do we step out of our routine
To witness a better scenario
How do we change lanes
When we feel so stuck
In this “race” we hope to win

This race that ends where?
When we collapse in our beds?
When we scream at our loved ones?
When we cry out of fear,
Or worry?

What are we gaining
As we rush on
To get more
To be more
To do more

There is never more at the end of a race

There is an END

Before the end

Wouldn’t you like to just be?

Just sit down for a moment

Look around you

Smile

Breathe

See the birds as they float and soar

Smell the air as a new season emerges

Count your blessings

I feel we have all reached our limits, don’t you?

We must pause, reassess, and make sure we aren’t missing the point of being here in the first place.

I know you can’t believe you were born to push yourself to be anything you are not

I know you cannot believe that you meant to race through life, on little sleep, little nutrition, little joy

I know you don’t want to spend one more day in this “race” missing everything surrounding you

Ending in exhaustion and an empty heart

Your soul is aching to be free…

We may not be free to fly like the birds

But we truly are free to choose what we wish for ourselves

And move towards that.

Even if it’s just one little thing

I dare you to change one part of your life that causes you dread

Isn’t it funny to think we keep things in our lives that cause us dread?

I guarantee we each have one that we could get rid of

When I started to try to embrace my true self, to be a happier me, one of the first things I chose to do was to admit I hated to talk on the phone…ahhhh thats one less thing to face in this world that was bringing me stress.

As Ferris Bueller once said

“Life moves pretty fast…if you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it”

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Truth

The old truth flickers the light inside,

Some days it turns the switch right off,

And you spend a moment in cold, dark, silence.

Some may find comfort in telling their truth

Trying to make sense of what “is” for anyone listening

To feel whole and explain all the “whys” of who they think that everyone “believes them to be.…”.

Turning up the volume

As the band leaves the stage,

Produces a show that nobody came to hear.

Amplifying nothing only brings a nerve rattling, detestable sound.

Now it’s just a story

You keep telling, but there cannot be an ending if you keep telling it.

 

All your genuine effort is spent trying to resurrect something that no longer needs to live.

Old truths appear to be waiting for  you on those dreary days,

When you forget to focus on where you’re going..

It would like to be spoken,

So that it may live on.

It hopes

That you will panic,

Open a door,

Bust out a window,

Break down walls…

Just to breathe and see and feel,

Releasing it into the waiting wonder.

But don’t.

Promise you never will.

Because soon

Something beautiful

Surrounds you

To warm and comfort your insides

And hold you together,

Completely.

It is this moment.

This moment is the only truth we need to celebrate, amplify, create.

This moment, choose to be new.

The next thought, choice, move

Is all yours.

It stamps a big RETURN TO SENDER

on that old truth.

That isn’t you.

This moment is you.

And it is anything you wish it to be.

It has been given to all of us.

Every single second we breathe,

It lives in the light that shines through our eyes

When we are expecting to see through the shadows

Of an old truth, old story, old hurt, old beast, old self

And trust,

That it does NOT dwell within,

It never did.