Haphazardly, in the process of finding ourselves,
we can still get lost, become self-complacent.
Becoming far too consumed on one focal point
that we are more like some horse with blinders
just plodding along- while in our mind
believing we’ve just finally hit our stride
and more important, way out in front of everyone else.
Never even noticing we are the only ones in a race
and missing life and all the scenery along the way.
There is something to be said of an old adage,
of stopping to appreciate the roses along the way.
I’d prefer to be a horse in some pastoral setting,
roaming mountainous green meadows- unencumbered
than some cosmopolitan rat chasing…toxic crumbs.
Poet of the Light © 2019
This is so true. I feel like I too rush through life without enjoying the scenery. We all need to slow down and enjoy every minute.
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Yes, and the pleasurable people we can share them with.
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Yes. So true.
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Hmmm… were you writing about me?? 😉 Love this.
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Thank you and ummm maybe? lol
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Wow.
Beautiful.
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Thank you my friend…
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Great…..
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I am working my way – too slowly for my liking – towards the horse in the meadow.
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Knowing your intended direction would seem to be half the battle. Look forward to seeing your arrival.
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😌 it should be an interesting journey
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