If you discover who you are
nothing else matters
you will be alone, for years, to accomplish this—or at least I was.
Perhaps, some people discover this by being around other people, more
But I have a need to get back to myself—then, to be around other people.
It helps to read words of honest men.
Soon, you can spot the liars, but that’s not what I’m writing about here.
It’s the lives people live
or don’t live
until they die.
Each man must pick a career
I must thank my parents here
They insisted that I go to college
and the time would’ve been lost, if I didn’t go.
I learned to love impractical professions
in high demand
psychology and leadership
Nobody wants to be a leader, not really
it doesn’t pay
and neither does, listening to people’s problems
but the skills acquired
and “interesting” gets me through.
It’s not what I am going to do
It’s who I am going to become.
When I was 12, I liked books, and my imagination.
I asked my dad, questions of religion, that didn’t make sense.
It wasn’t the knowledge that I had, that I cared about
it was what I didn’t know, that I wanted to find-out
and write about
during my moments alone.
I visited my dentist today
and everyone there
has a job.
“We just need to do this a little more perfect,” the hygienist said.
And when she couldn’t get it right, she called in the doctor
He got it perfect
Most of the workers there, do what they’re told.
I stared out the window, into the cold blue sky
thinking, If I had to be who I think these people are
I couldn’t do it.
“You seem so Zen,” she said.
I hadn’t noticed.