People say that eyes are windows to the soul.
If that’s true I wonder what people see when they look into mine
My hopes? My dreams?
My past? My present?
Every pitter patter
Every yes, no, maybe-so
in the recesses of my mind?
Most likely they will only see blinds
Because like most
I am stuck in the maze of my own making.
Take a right and maybe you’ll find happiness
I am taking twists and turns
Searching for shortcuts
And I will backtrack.
Looking into the past
Sifting through dust and ashes
Hoping to find what I need
But usually I find myself back where I started
Most of us are stuck.
So we delve deeper,
Picking up anxiety, depression, and stress along the way.
Weighing ourselves down.
We try and carry the world
Thinking that “maybe this time, I’ll get it.”
We’re so caught up in this maze.
Caught up in our search.
That we forget about the world around us.
We can’t wait for the next stepping stone
College, marriage, job, kids, retirement
We forget that each step is just one closer to oblivion.
We forget that we all have a 100% chance of dying
That we will all one day rest six feet under
The ground that we stand
we will decay
be a part of the soil and eventually
become fossil fuels
ghosts of the people that we used to be.
We will be used to fuel lives.
In a billion billion years
we will be the fuel to people’s spaceships
And that’s what we’re forgetting.
That in a billion billion years we will be forgotten
That our lives won’t matter
Who knows if we’ll die today, tomorrow or in a hundred years
If we’ll die in a car crash or in our own beds.
So we need to live now.
Start forest fires
Appreciate the little things
The way the light reflects off of dust
The way your mom says noodles weird
The smell of rain
That breath of fresh air.
Don’t give up on your goals
Strive towards them with the determination of a soldier
But always remember
You need to stop.
Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Open the windows.