My Birthday Sandwich

Public domain image, royalty free stock photo from www.public-domain-image.comIt’s another birthday. I woke up today with a sense of optimism. My life has been steadily moving towards the goals I’ve set for myself. There is measurable development and clarity in my work. I’m pleased with the growth in all cylinders of my life. I’m motivated by time itself. All things change, that is for sure, some for the best. The continuous turn of the clockhand reminds me that there is a steady undercurrent to our lives. Tic toc, tic toc. We can either fight it and let it pull us down or relax and let it wash us ashore. Tic toc, tic toc. We can either steer our lives towards something constructive or towards wickedness. Tic toc, tic toc. We are in control of our lives. While, I’ve been magnifying the tiny speck of light in my universe, I grapple with the dark matter that secretly swells into the empty spaces. Whenever I think about the ugly side of our humanity- the hatred, anger, jealousy, death and destruction of innocence, I’m left with a sense of profound sadness. I’m heartbroken by the senseless violence not just in this country, but all over the world. What gets me most about all of this is the fleeting nature of life itself. We humans have the memory of a flea. We have no regard for history. We are so busy building castles in the air without realizing that all of this can be taken away at a moment’s notice. Nothing is assured, yet we live as though it is. We put off till tomorrow what we must do today. We are happy, we are sad and it is all over before we can fully grasp any of its significance. Since we cannot understand love without pain or joy without sorrow, or good without bad, we have to learn to live with all of it. Life is a sandwich. What we put in the middle is up to us and how our sandwich tastes is entirely in our hands. My eyes are wide awake and I’m ready for what tomorrow brings. Tic toc, tic toc.

The mantle is in motion
Earth is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
We are playthings on top of the hardened crust
Blissfully unaware of the cataclysm
Happily planning our homecomings
And counting the blessings inbetween tragedies
We question those that we have no right to
And conveniently ignore the rest
We feign outrage when we are confronted
Only to hurry back to our slumber
We are busy engineering a collosal nightmare
one dream at a time
Life is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
The bread getting stale by the second
We are the artificial preserves inbetween
Plainly riddled with unwanted seeds
Mass produced for needless consumption
And generally lacking of anything nutritional
We are witnesses to unimaginable horrors
Of a nameless generation
We are extraordinarily indifferent
unwilling to face our realities
We are ravenous, masterminding a ticking timebomb
One rotten sandwich at a time

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