We live thoughtless lives
since birth, all was decided
for us, what to believe in,
how to act, what you can say,
how you can breathe, sit, blink, see,
all thrust upon us by other people,
who weren’t true to their own words,
but expected conformity and we conformed.
We went along as the flower petal does with the change of nature, it has
no say, it can only wait, react,
grow and die according to the will
of others, in the case of the
petal, the other is nature, in
our case, the other is authority,
perception, reputation, ego, image,
expectations.
Time passes, the environment changes,
the inside is molded but there
is a part within us that can’t be touched,
it stays independent,
it’s voice muffled by the weight of others, but
if we listen,
closely, we can hear it,
if we feel,
carefully, we can sense the vibrations
if the struggling, dying, independent, free thing
inside of you and it comes out,
if you’re lucky
or maybe if your unlucky,
it comes out,
in the form of a simple question,
the absurd
the random
the uncertain
the question:
why are you living like this?
Learned Living 