Live In The Now
 

Live In The Now

Some people are slaves to technology
Throwing away their cash without apology
On the latest iPod or iPad
Or whatever is the latest fad.
They live their lives without direction

There has to be more to life
Than coping with daily struggle and strife
Is this all we have to look forward to?
Making our way through this human zoo?
Striving to find a sense of satisfaction.

Some people are angry, others just sad
Wondering why life has to feel so bad
Some people drift, feeling lonely
Thinking I'd be happier if only,
I could make some kind of human connection.

Some people live lives materialistic
Making the excuse they're just being realistic.
"What you see is What you get."
Sounds so plausible...and yet
What if that's just misdirection?

One day you're here, the next day you die
Without ever really knowing why
You were ever born in the first place.
What was your part in the human race?
All part of "natural selection."

Or is there some way of gleaning
That life has a higher meaning.
Is there some grand master plan
That proves life isn't just a scam
That life can have meaning.


Is there a way we will ever know
Before it's our time to go.
Or do we have to wait til we die
To finally find the reason why
We were ever born in the first place.






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I often wonder how others experience life , its been so many years ago I departed form being among those who are so different than me and have
such a different reality. Its how ever not surprising, was it not only a few years in the late 60s those things where mainstream and in the news , things now almost forgotten in the television based mass consumer society. war between ruling nations is openly promoted and so much , so far away form all that which they like to remain hidden. but individuals can do what ever they like and experience life as they please so their is no real disadvantage in it for me at all. And also any one can leave that life and go an other way if they feel so ! so no reason to lament as the poet* once wrote

Lines Written in Early Spring*

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

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Beautiful! :hug3:

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I like it all :smile: