I exist…

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One must not only exist, one must be alive; live life to the fullest…

And so they say.

The narrative of striving and being more is around us, yet interpreted at times as an accumulation of status, power and material wealth.

Am I existing if I have the love of friends and family? Am I existing if I don’t have a dream? Am I existing if I am purposeful in my doing? Am I existing if I find meaning in my day-to-day life? Am I alive if I exist in the eyes of another? Am I alive if I find succor in nature? Am I alive in my aloneness?

What does existing really mean? What is at the intersect of existing and contentment?

 

I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.

One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is
myself,
And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or
ten million years,
I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can
wait.

~ Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

 

~ FlorenceT

 

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We should know by now

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Existential crisis… or what?!

A 2014 song by Passenger titled ‘Whispers’; and the lyrics – well, I know a few people to whom they will resonate. And I have been there a few times, except the getting drunk bit 🙂

Michael David Rosenberg’s soulful voice is worth a listen. Enjoy!

Well I’ve got open eyes
And an open door
But I don’t know what I’m searching for
I should know by now

Well I’ve a big old heart
This I know for sure
But I don’t know what my love is for
I should know by now

Well I wait in line
So I can wait some more
‘Til I can’t remember what I came here for
But I can’t leave now
‘Cause I’ve a light that shines
And a love so pure
But I don’t know what to use them for
I should know by now

Well I spent my money, I lost my friends, I broke my mobile phone
3 a.m. and I’m drunk as hell, and I’m dancing on my own
Taxi-cabs ain’t stopping, and I don’t know my way home
Well it’s hard to find a reason, when all you have is doubts
Hard to see inside yourself when can’t see your way out
Hard to find an answer when the question won’t come out

Everyone’s filling me up with noise, I don’t know what they’re talking about
Everyone’s filling me up with noise, I don’t know what they’re talking about
Everyone’s filling me up with noise, I don’t know what they’re talking about
You see all I need’s a whisper in a world that only shouts

– FlorenceT
 © 2015 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.

To my darling . . .

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Heart-felt sentiments… dare you to read and not have a tear or two… 🙂 LOVE IS. Enjoy!

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To my darling . . .

It has been moments since we said ‘until next time’, as ‘goodbye’ is not a word we share. I already feel infinitely smaller with your absence. A many layered ghost of ice surrounds me and my universe as I think of you as you are so far away even after only short seconds of time have passed. I feel as though I am floating in a nothingness  I cannot touch or feel but cannot escape.

My thoughts are already swirling in confusion of images and feelings and wishes. One on top of the other on top of the other and repeating until there is no semblance of one cohesive thought. I must breathe. I close my eyes and squeeze them with all my strength to grab hold of just one wish, one feeling, one image to settle this loss inside.

I know there is…

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