Pieces of the past.

I was going though an old box the other day and came acoss some old journels.  I used to write a lot, but somewhere along the line lost the habit of it.  Anyway, I thought I'd share something from then.  Because I've been in that same place these past few months.  Unfortunatly, this one is undated but it's either from 01 or 02.

Where Do I go From Here

Shifting, splaying, turning, swaying...

I fall down to my knees and I'm praying,

for answers to questions 

I've yet to find.

Praying for a reason behind the rhyme,

and the time_marches on with a

steadfast certianty all it's own.

An unstoppable, unconquerable force,

secure in it's own superiority.

And so my world is swiftly changing

in all to many ways that defy my understanding.

All of my energy has been straining,

dripping, pooling around my feet, on the floor.

Need to focus, clear my head

somehow move ahead but my sense of

direction_ well, I_ didn't notice, it seems

to have lost itself somewhere

or maybe it's just dead.

This lack of motivation, I hate

and my inspiration, I'm waiting.

So where is it fate, you're taking me,

in this world become all to fake.

To much more will I break.

It's time to make, it's time to take

a rest for my world weary mind.

Desiderata (things to be desired)

Desiderata (Things to be desired) 

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;

and listen to others,

even the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story. 

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,

they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,

you may become vain and bitter;

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. 

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs;

for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

many persons strive for high ideals;

and everywhere life is full of heroism. 

Be yourself.

Especially, do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love;

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment

it is as perennial as the grass. 

Take kindly the counsel of the years,

gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,

be gentle with yourself. 

You are a child of the universe,

no less than the trees and the stars;

you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you,

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. 

Therefore be at peace with God,

whatever you conceive Him to be,

and whatever your labors and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. 

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.

-Max Ehrmann

This is my very favorite poem.  I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do :)