I left the heater on last night

with the window open

Most people aren’t very observant

including myself

We are lost in what we want

and nothing else matters

not love

or the present

We can’t fight this fundamental need

but we might be able to surrender to it.

It’s comforting to know, something could be happening under the noses of the people I know, and they wouldn’t know

Any changes that happen, within ourselves, we must advertise, or so we think

“I’ve started this new diet—where I eat salad every three hours.”

or “I’ve decided to work-out three times a day.”

or “If I write three times a day, I’ll become a writer.”

Nobody really listens—including ourselves.

I had this dream about running into somebody I know in the department store

wherever I went, they kept bumping into me, but we didn’t want to talk to each other

Eventually, I had to say “Hi” because the coincidences were too high

and we were forced to eat lunch together—being polite.

It’s not that I dislike this person—it’s just that I am very uncomfortable being around them

for no apparent reason.

I trust these feelings—and I no longer feel guilty.

I’m thankful that my higher self, chooses my friends for me.

We must decide what we are going to do with every day of our lives

and if you have that—you have a life.

Without some grand purpose we have built-up in our minds—life is just a prison

and death is a reprieve.

I’ve spent years unconsciously—selecting bits and pieces of characters—fictional and real—who I would like to be

they all are strange—in their own way

and I have become them—something I admire.

Whether or not this life is sustainable—only time will tell

it laughs at us all, and to laugh with time

is to do the most important thing

each day.

9 thoughts on “The Most Important Thing

  1. Good read.

    I live with a mild fear of allowing myself the pleasure of good reads. For such as your “higher self,” that curious deja vu sane people experience, believing that walking through a manure pile thinking I won’t later myself smell something akin to cow shit, I worry my creative efforts will be modified, that I won’t write “me.”

    Hope I’m stronger than that. That I can be me, write me, and still enjoy the talents of others, of great reads.

    Like yours. Thanks.

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  2. I love reading your stuff. Always gain some insight. Lately I’m starting to pay attention to how I feel around people, and no longer feel guilty if I dislike them for reasons I can’t pin down.
    like you said, we have to let our higher self choose friends for us 🙂

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  3. “We must decide what we are going to do with every day of our lives
    and if you have that—you have a life.”

    Choices. We get to choose what the important things are.
    *smiling* please shut the window tightly when you turn on the hearted. Please. Thanks. 👏
    Lovely poem. Thanks for sharing it.

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