Saturday, December 21, 2013

LIFE IS A POEM - Write Your Own



 

 

LIFE IS A POEM

Write your own

 

 

“What do you want to do when you grow up?”

“Be a cowboy,” I once said…

 

Later like you I asked

“Where am I going in life?”

“I don’t know,” I said.

Again and, again.

 

Some early have

A definite direction,

Single minded focus,

Like a laser.

Are they the lucky ones?

I wonder what they miss along the way?

 

One sunny Saturday

Driving to a game in Indianapolis

With my high school lacrosse team,

Two generations grooving to each other’s music,

A player asked

“Coach, what do you want to do?

You know, like when you grow up?”

There it was again.

She was perceptive -

Me, CEO of a big company,

Why was I coaching her team?

But she wasn’t really asking me about me -

She was asking me about her

About all of us

She expected an answer like to

“Be an engineer”

“Go into business”

“Make a lot of money ”

Straight forward answers

Like her career counselor gave her -

Straight forward, and

entirely unsatisfactory.

This time “I don’t know” would not help.

 

 “To be an artist at living,”

I told her,

“To discover who is Me,

And be

Me.”

 

“But how do I do that?” she asked.

 

“Write your own poem.

By indirections,

Find directions out.” [i]

 

Explore. Experiment.

Taste. Try.

Look through random prisms

See life from

Unexpected points of view

Different angles

Accidental promontories

Consider what you see

And begin to discover your life’s dimensions

 

Been to the Grand Canyon?

Which one?

The one at night - or at dawn?

In winter snow or in summer heat?

During a fall breeze

Or a spring thunderstorm?

The Grand Canyon looks different

                Up close

                                Or far away

From the North Rim

Than the South Rim

Looking down midway in a hike

Or up

Feels different when you are

 Lonely

Or happy, sharing

Or remembering through a photograph

Sounds different

When you are really there

At the river bottom

Or either rim

Or hearing it through Grofe’s Suite [ii]

Yet it’s all

“The Grand Canyon”

But every canyon teaches something

Of who you are

And so,

where you wish to go…

 

I have discovered things I don’t like to do

And so avoid them

I carve away what does not belong

Until only me is left

I have found things I like to do

Or, which intrigue me

And so pursue them

Wherever they may lead

And share them with those I love.

 

More canyons =

More learning.

Time is precious

Cannot be made

Once lost

Cannot be recovered

Do not wait.

No paralysis by analysis.

No point in planning way far ahead –

“Life plans” do not go as planned.

The slings and arrows of misfortune[iii] do not allow it.

 

No battle plan survives contact with the enemy.[iv]

Life is not the enemy

But life is the enemy of plans.

Socialists fear free market chaos,

                Make “5 Year Plans” for their economies

Private equity MBAs demand

5 year profit projections

5 years out it is all the same -

Resemblance with real results

Is mostly fantasy and happenstance.

5 years after any point in my life

Was I ever where I had planned I would be,

 5 years back?

Not hardly.

Usually instead

At an unimagined location,

Or in an unimagined situation,

Even an unimagined avocation.

 

That said

Before setting on an aimless wander

It’s mo’ bettah

To have some idea of where you are going -

You have a so much better chance

Of actually getting there!

So first consider -

Just for a moment -

What past canyons have taught?

And contemplate

                Who you are so far -

Are we not whom

We pretend to be?

 

For me, if life is a game

I wish only to do as I taught my players -

To give everything I’ve got,

So “at the end of the day”

When it’s all over,

I have left nothing between the white lines.

Having done the best I could,

To be me

Because that is all I ever can be,

                Just me.

 

And wherever I end up

There

 is my true destination.

 

Life has but one measure.

It is not dollars.

Not toys.

Not any numbers,

none at all.

Experience is life’s currency.

Life’s measure is only your satisfaction

With that you have

Done -

Seen -

Heard -

Tasted –

Loved.

“Not what we have, but what we enjoy

Constitutes our abundance.”[v]

 

While I hope it may be said of me

That everywhere I lived

Is better for my having lived there.

 

“What do you want to do when you grow up?”

 “Be a cowboy,” I once said…




[i] William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 2
[ii] Ferde Grofe, The Grand Canyon Suite
[iii] William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 3
[iv] Prussian Field Marshal Helmuth  Von Moltke the Elder
[v] Epicurus






[1] William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 2

[1] Ferde Grofe, The Grand Canyon Suite

[1] William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act 3

[1] Prussian Field Marshal Helmuth  Von Moltke the Elder
[1] Epicurus

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