Sometimes the world can seem oppressively large. There are so many places to go and things to do, where do you start? The paralysis that this can result in is an alarmingly easy trap to fall in, so here’s my little poetic rope for you to pull yourself out with.
The impossibility of leaving this place.
The suffocating inevitability of another day of existence wasted,
Not even thrown away, but simply
How heavily they weigh.
This world is a towering wall of infinities,
Infinities of experience, of sensation and of thought.
The wall is unconquerable;
But not to hurl everything that you consist of at it
Forget about all the books you’ll never read,
The music you’ll never hear,
The conversations you’ll never have.
Yes, they’ll always be there.
And even though you stuff and squeeze life
Into every nook and cranny of existence you may only,
If you’re really lucky,
Make a sub-atomic chip in the wall,
What other choice do any of us have?
That’s it from me. I’m off to try and do six impossible things before breakfast. On which note:
“I’m so tired… I was up all night trying to round off infinity.”