As beauty leaves the woman
and talent, abandons the man
they become gray
like old photographs
that say, who they were.
Maybe, you never had it
those shiny leaves
dancing in the breeze
full of color.
There must be more to life
than nature.
The human condition
is cut down, and forgotten
like a tree, turned into firewood.
Why place your hopes
in exciting leaves
that fade
or in the sturdiness of your trunk?
When we are young,
we are full of possibilities
gradually, then quickly
rolling into a quarry
of forgotten rocks.
Few of us, get sculpted into stone
and our best pieces
might’ve been cut away
Who is to say, what to keep, or to be gotten rid of
but the artist
understood by their art,
or stolen from someone else?
Your life should be art
and not the other way around
How do we deal with the inevitable decline?
We want to believe, our colors shine
in the everlasting light, that doesn’t hint at twilight
but our tree, is not to be forever
the only religion is to be young again, in this faulty philosophy.
If you admire the past
you really are old.
What comes out of you?
If not beauty,
then what?
to be a child
with joy
for each new thing
because your value
isn’t what you know.
A book you might like to read: https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/311625/travels-with-epicurus-by-daniel-klein/
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Hey, thanks for the recommend, Joe Linker!!! I am a fanatic for philosophy! And travel! One day, I hope to be a permanent traveler…
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The best part is… We all face this predicament. Together seems to be the tricky part.
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Too true… thanks for reading Experience Film!
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I love this… so good.
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Thanks Lia!!! 🙂
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You are very welcome. :))
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🙂
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