When your energy is stolen
by a schedule
that doesn’t like you
by girls that don’t like you
by friends that don’t like you—
you will know, what to do
with the small stuff
inside you.
We are all looking for answers…
and when the solutions don’t come
and attraction, isn’t a choice
We wonder, at our predicament
Why do bad things happen to good people?
and why does a man with no chance, keep trying?
Hope, is a necessary insanity
worth living for—worth risking one’s life,
to die, to feel alive.
Casting a wide net, without confidence
without understanding the fish, and where they will be
feels like meaningless
randomness.
I want to spot
a silver trout, with gold in her mouth
and catch her, with charm.
I don’t want to accept
the lottery of life
I don’t want to cut my own path
through the jungle.
When I say “hi”
and a girl walks away
When I say “yes”
and the people say “no”
I can crawl someplace and die
or I can embrace the struggle.
In time,
a man becomes a hero
when he doesn’t give up.
Then he realizes
that what he wants
isn’t good for him.
If we had our every wish
all our pain, would be inside.
We would have nowhere to go
no way to retreat.
The small stuff
would be strangled
by unhappiness.
It
knows itself
when the big world
says “no”
It’s the gift, we don’t need to wish for
Because, when times get tough, it shows up
unasked.
It’s more important,
than having it all
Having the small stuff
is all you need.
I think this realization comes with age? At least for me
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As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized this…
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