Can you be philosophical without being high?
Is every moment of life taken for granted when there’s no hope for it to get better?
Are we in an earthly world that can only be survived using earthly tactics?
Am I an intellectual or a skeptic when I question God?
I feel problematic when the stopping of one vice leads me to a stronger addiction of another.
Am I to pick my poison, because it feels unfair to limit my experience on earth to satisfy the will of a being who tests me and allows me to suffer.
What is a moment?
Why is it that we cannot take a sliver of gratitude for the people around us or the position we find ourselves in?
Is it because people suck?
Is it because we’re not happy where we’re at?
What are we to do in times when it’s hard to breathe or think because the thought of failing outweighs everything?
Though I may not have the answers to all these questions.
It should be reassuring to those who read this.
One question was answered today.
I was philosophical without being high
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JT (
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At least one question was answered! 😆 But, honestly, these are questions I've definitely asked myself. It can really create a turmoil of emotions. I enjoyed it! Thank you for sharing!
insightful write, dear poet
forgive me for my rambling words below
I was inspired by your poetry and tried
to ink a little poetic reply
(mostly, because
most people want to hide their own feelings of inadequacy
by wallowing in a societal, communal pot of misery
so they hide behind labels:
the strong, bully
rejoice in being stronger
knowing
they'll soon be old and weak
and all they'll have is hate
to fuel their worthless lives;
the intellectuals, disdain
those they deem as being lesser
for having a lower IQ, supposedly
and get bitter
because their self-grandiose state
distances them from everyone
and now, they're clueless
have no idea what to do or say
what's trending or accepted
and find themselves alienated
from that they yearn to be a part of;
and the righteous, watch-on
insuring their closeted communities
refute the existence of alternative perspectives
or ways of life, determined
only 'their own', are permitted
access
to that promised divine afterlife
while professing
we all belong to their chosen deity
...
...
in short, misery loves company
but
rare, rays of hope like you
dear poet
still strive, to bridge humanity's differences
by sharing their experiences
and so
we allow ourselves, to hope
and find that's enough, for now..)
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