Lacklustre Life
Breathe the Present
(as always, written without AI or thesaurus - just doing my best with
the words I have...)
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After I wake up in the morning,
before I have my second
cup of coffee,
do I (yet again)
enter into that
futile dialogue that
gets in my way. Do I say to myself,
“Here we go again. I guess
I’ll
just
keep on keeping on, trudging my way through this
lacklustre life.”?
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May be there’s another way. Maybe. Perhaps I
need
only to close my eyes and see that there is no
problem. Perhaps I might slow my worry-mind and
quietly
realize that the incessant
sound of my
tumult
underpins and undermines my
very existence
with its insistence on the harms of the past and threats of the future. An
x-ray would probably not isolate nor identify this disease.
Yet, I know it’s there. Insidious. So I vow, with daily
zeal, to breathe my own true story of the present.
About the Creator
Ward Norcutt
Playwright and poet.
My goal as a writer is to write thoughtful pieces of prose, poetry and stage plays. Hopefully, the end results are entertaining and engaging, with layers of meaning that make sense to the whole or a theme therein.
Comments (5)
Very powerful! I really liked this. Well done, Ward!
Oh, Ward, this is beautiful! And you definitely have plenty of words inside to show us many existential feelings. Bravo!
Okay, you got me. Very impressive narrative and conclusion.
Well done, Ward! I refuse to use AI in my writing, but I'm not ashamed to admit that I'll resort to the thesaurus occasionally, to make sure I'm saying what I think I am.
Brilliant words.