A Poem for Myself...Every One Them

Life. It is where I live for now. I wonder if it is everything that I expected and more. No. It cannot be. It just does not feel right. It seems as if there are multiple parallels of “me”, mocking me for the better choices that they have made. They never fail to remind me what a great time they having.

Choices. That is where it is at; right? We all have choices, and every single one we make sends off speeding off in a new direction. Only, my parallel doppelgangers seem to make them faster, better, with far greater intuition. Why must so many critical choices be made in the first 1/4 percentile of life, when I have not yet truly lived, loved, learned, or laughed?

Aha! I will just change my choices. Then I will be more like my all-knowing other selves, and mock some other poor, parallel me. But wait; haven’t I done that already? I have indeed, but here I am. I thought that I had it right. How foolish of me to think otherwise. Maybe this me, the one that I am right now, maybe my turn has come. Maybe one of my alters has learned to manage choices better than I, and has somehow caused me to shift here. Right here in the mocking chair, to be poked fun of, despaired over, resistant to the teachings of my other selves.

Listen. That is what I must do. Listen to them advise me, teach me, guide me. They seem to know better, and always seem to know the answer. Especially in hindsight, they are oh-so-smart when analyzing the past.

They speak so low and soft though! So easily ignored, or even drowned out completely by the cacophony along the path, that I, this me, chooses to walk. I should sit for a while. Maybe I should just stop, breath, and listen carefully.

Wait. I hear them as I have before. They are frustrated with me, and tell me at any time I can be just like them. They repeat to me some wisdom of the ages with maxims, allegory, examples, and sage advice. It is fear that holds me back, it is imbalance they say. I am as powerful as anyone who has or has yet to live they say. They tell me what life is; its secrets, its treasures, the very meaning of it. I know it to be true.

I would not lie to myself would I?

But then again, what do I know? If I don’t know what I know, how do I trust that any other me knows anything either? I will just keep going. Right here in this life. It is where I live for now.

a reply to: Arktos1

"I" Love that.


"My" grammar is now failing as "I" am trying to avoid saying the word "You" or "I."
Haha.


"You" are exactly where "you" need to be "I" think? Not that "I" know who "I" am to say such a thing.

Very creative post.

a reply to: Arktos1
SnF
That was really good.
Got my thinker ticking.. Thanks for sharing this.