Tagged: poems

Poems – Create.

While sipping the coffee this morning and thinking about my list of projects and to do’s, I thought about the importance of seeing my little ideas to fruition.  There was a time in my life when I didn’t realize how content I’d become with just thinking about ideas (and not doing a damn thing about them)…as if those ideas would just magically materialize out of thin air like some Harry Potter fantasy.  There are no magic wands…there’s just work.  Effort.  Consistency.  It’s easy to want to do something…it’s more of a challenge to formulate a plan.  A dream is just a pretty picture trapped in our heads until we take the time to mold them into reality.  Let’s get to work.  

Poetry – Walls.

Walls; we’ve all got them, right?  I’m not talking about the kind of walls that we hang our pictures on, but the ones that we create for ourselves.  Our mental barriers that, oddly enough, can often be stronger than the ones that line our humble abodes.  For many reasons, we construct walls to keep stuff in, or to keep stuff out.  Some are based on past experiences, while many are raised by fears.  Either way, they’re ultimately a hindrance; they prevent a freedom of true expression.  We will atrophy behind them, thinking that we’re protected, until we earn our release.  Let’s get out of there, right?  Think about it.  Best of days to all, and thanks for reading!

Poetry – Seasons.

It’s summer here…and it’s hot.  Seasons change; and the older we get, the faster they seem to go, right?  But one thing’s for certain…the cycle of seasons will continue.  Life goes on.  And what a beautiful cycle it all is (even though autumn is the BEST), so let’s enjoy each sweaty (or frosty, depending on where you are) moment.  Read on if you’d like, and best of days to all.

Quotes – The Summit.

Dreams and goals…how important are these elements in our daily lives?  How important are they with regard to our growth (personal/professional/everything in between)?  Very.  We all have our own distinct light at the end of the tunnel that we’re trekking toward; our own summit that we’re seeking.  Despite the pitfalls that will inevitably emerge, we owe it to ourselves to endure.  The end point is there for those who aren’t afraid to pursue it.  Best of days to all.