Freedom is:
It all worked out
The beach house with four big bedrooms
Each with an ocean view
The surgical career just challenging enough
The status and money all about right
The good hobby and fine art
Everything working
Until
So much went wrong
Too many mistakes
The house, sold for too little
The job, left too soon
The health, broken down like paralysis
My sculptures crumbling in the garage
Until
It no longer mattered
No job, no status, not enough money
The house of dreams vanished into a bland suburb
Daily life ordinary, unremarkable
And surprisingly easy and deep
And touchingly full
Until
Every life ends in the same place
Why question the path?
Why ask who walks it?
Freedom is: not hating anymore
Freedom is: not wishing anymore
Freedom Is.
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Laurie at http://YourWebsite
I wish;) Is there something wrong with wishing btw? Anyway, I wish you had a “like” button. Personal Poetry that crosses many occupations and lives.
Posted at July 16, 2011 on 8:13pm.
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Will at http://willspirit.com
Laurie–
Thanks for the ‘like’ with or without button. Nothing terribly wrong with wishing, though it seldom makes one feel better. The one exception is wishing for what can never be, in which case it’s a formula for misery.
–Will
Posted at July 16, 2011 on 9:26pm.