Sunday afternoon, boredom creeping in too soon, <br />you dreaming about a family reunion while I’m <br />thinking of a trip doing our own thing - does not <br />matter which, as long as we have adventures, <br />getting to meet new friends <br /> <br />I live in fear of the time my boredom threshold <br />would make it impossible to do my job - every <br />third week is a new beginning as I have fallen <br />into depression by then, dreaming of the time <br />when I’ll be free from these <br /> <br />Chemical-induced moods and feelings that lead <br />nowhere in the end; except that I keep searching <br />for deeper meanings instead of believing this is all <br />life ever holds, I trust that the mind continues after <br />the body is buried - this <br /> <br />Belief keeps my lips smiling, my mind happy and <br />my heart rejoicing with every new insight, even if <br />death were complete after he body is gone I would <br />not concur simply because the belief is deadening, <br />stripping life of its sweetness <br /> <br />What advantage is there in believing oneself destined <br />for nothingness and therefore being incapable of doing <br />the most basic positive thing - what a way of robbing <br />oneself of joy and happiness, I believed it when young, <br />ended up in mental hospital <br /> <br />Today I only believe things that promote my ability to <br />live in joy and happiness - no longer willing to endure <br />the depressing pleasure of cynical superiority in <br />positivist distrust of dreams and humanity…<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stripping-life-of-its-sweetness/
