fall – Page 2 – three good words

There are moments when
just being a part of the whole show that is life,
just being able to stand on this stage,
and even if it is simply to experience everything,
is blessing enough.

The creativity, the patience, the simple perseverance
of those who love
is the eighth world wonder.

What about me?
Isn’t that the question everybody constantly asks?
What about me? Where do I count?
Isn’t that the central question of life?

Doubt,
that little advocate of terror,
is always there, arms crossed, frowning – Really?
The point is ignoring the bastard
Saying ‘Whatever, I know I can do it,’
and actually doing it, just like that.

Embarrassment from head to toe. Filling the universe.
But I guess that’s what happens
when you brave a fall and don’t land on your feet.
Sometimes what you get is a facepalm.
And a kind smile saying, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll get over it.’
We all do. We’re survivors by instinct.

Living is a piece of work.
It costs time, effort, and hours and hours
of genuine concentration.
So why not make it beautiful?
All that work, all that time, all that effort,
when it’s beautiful, rewarding
what you’ll have in the end is a piece of art.