Existence Is Not For The Living

 

Time. 
We do not have enough of it 
To actually worry about it. 

 
Time is a measure 
Of existence: 
A beginning, 
An end, 
But not the distance 
In between. 

That is a story, 
A one-shot final draft 
Tracing the path 
Along the way we 
Perfect our crafts. 

And your story 
Is being written 
Whether you achieved your aspirations  
Or succumbed 
To your limitations 
However you lived, 
You created 
A work of art, 
A masterpiece; 

The words in your story 
Are brushstrokes on an expansive canvas 
For everybody to see differently. 
Not everyone can say they 
Like it, 
But no one can say they  
Can't see it. 

A masterpiece in motion 
Where only you know 
What happens offscreen.  
You are the behind-the-scenes  
Look of the movie of your life, 
Where you are a character 
Played by yourself; 
You're perfect for the position 
Without having to audition 
Because you can work 
With what you've got 
To put on a show 
Whether people show up or not. 
Leading to an Oscar-worthy performance 
Because being yourself 
Is the perfect role for you 
Because you know 
There is more to life 
Than existence. 

Existence 
Is nothing but a word 
Meaning we live 
And we die. 
But what happens in between  
Is for us to decide 
Because time is so finite 
We have none to waste. 
So we make our stories great.  
There is no handbook to 
Properly give time value, 
And its not our job to do things worth the time. 
We make the time worth it 
Any way we can. 
And the only way we can, 
Is to do something. 
Its time to get things out of our heads, 
And put it in scale 
Time to go from pen and paper 
To hammer and nails! 
Turn your dreams to visions! 
There is no wrong way to do it 
Except not to do it at all. 

We need to stop existing  
And start living! 
Do new things! 
Do old things new ways! 
Let there never be days you've  
Lived like any other! 
You have no time in your life 
To act like someone else! 
Make your story worth 
Storing on bookshelves! 

Its not time to go think about it! 
Its not time to meditate! 
Its not time to process! 
Its time to get up! 
Its time to change the world! 
Its time to do something! 
Its time to stop existing 
And LIVE! 
Because we were not created to 
Sit and wish 
We were born to 
Stand and achieve! 

And I believe 
This world would be a  
Much better place 
If people would stop 
Facing  realities 
And start creating them 
Because when the ink dries 
You won't be able to change 
Anything. 
When the world fades to black 
And the credits roll, 
People will have seen  
Your story unfold. 
They will take another  
Look at the masterpiece 
And wonder why they didn't 
See the beauty before.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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