All the while we fail to realize
it’s our mortality
our inescapable, and often ugly, “humanness”
that makes life beautiful.
We dream of being the beautiful, the intangible–
in likeness to stars.
But if the stars could feel
they would look down upon us in envy
knowing that it is our doomed fate
that enables each fleeting moment to be lovely.
We do not have the perspective of those still enough to see with timeless eyes–
And in the midst of this journey,
we’ve picked up the pace
and we can’t keep up with ourselves.
While we race, we hold shining blinders to our vision
each year provided with a new set fancier than the last…
enabling us to look forward at the goal
while we lose sight of the process;
We wear them with pride–
told they were a gift to help us reach our destination with more efficiency
but now our heads are spinning and we can’t remember where we were going.
Most tragic of all, we can’t remember who we are.
But we continue to race in anxiety, failing to realize
that despite all of our life hack books,
we still must close our eyes and sleep at night
just like every other person who has never read the book.
Despite all of our age-erasing serums,
wrinkles will not forget our decaying faces.
Despite all of our celery juice,
disease may still find us.
Despite all of our years spent growing our wallets,
all of our holes in the ground will be the same size.
Despite all our power and fame,
it is but a thread that separates us from the vastness of eternity;
one small shift in our world to make us remember we are but fragile things…
The point is not
that we should not strive for greatness
the point is
we should not lose sight of why
we choose to pursue something better
for if we read
every self-help book and
listen to every podcast and
optimize every spare second our time,
we are but a fool if we think we can figure out how to live forever;
an even greater fool
if we think any of that would bring us happiness.
Be grateful for your life, darling
and figure out what you can do with it to serve something greater
then your bank account or your popularity
for it is not our money or our fame that surrounds us at death,
and die we will,
life’s greatest reward isn’t a commodity
and when you realize this, you start living.
a. b. martin