A poem for the discontent

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It was Spring, but it was Summer I wanted-
The warm days and the great outdoors.

It was Summer, but it was Autumn I wanted-
The colourful leaves and the cool dry air.

It was Autumn, but it was Winter I wanted-
The beautiful snow and the joy of the holiday season.

It was Winter, but it was spring I wanted-
The warmth and the blossoming of nature.

I was a child, but it was adulthood I wanted-
The freedom and the respect.

I was 20, but it was 30 I wanted-
To be mature and sophisticated.

I was middle-aged, but it was 20 I wanted-
The youth and the free spirit.

I was retired, but it was middle-age I wanted-
The presence of mind, without limitations.

Then my life was over, and I never got what I wanted.

 

[stosstruppe]

Fuck that's dark

 

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I've always been the ultra over achiever type. The nothing's ever good enough type. Kind of why I became a dead beat for a few years in my early 20's. Once I finally got it together I found myself where I am. Juggling 2 jobs and a commute. Working out trying to stay in shape. Trying to be a good husband. Paying a mortgage on a huge house. Helping out my family. Helping them stop being dead beats. Helping them get into a situation where they can provide a better life for their kids. I could go on.

So one day, about a year or so ago, I'm on my cell, hauling ass down the freeway. (I don't remember where I was going) In a hurry like I always am. My Black Lincoln SUV weaving in and out of traffic. Pissed off, at who knows what? Bam! Some chick cuts me off. I stomp on the brakes. I get road rage. I mead I thought I was gonna blow a gasket. I don't scream. I don't cuss. I don't ram her car off of the road....

Its almost like I had an epiphany. I calmly turn on my blinker and get in the slow lane, turn up the AC, and turn off the radio. And I think to myself..."What do I have to be pissed off about so much of the time?" I couldn't really think of anything.

A few days later I heard this poem on the radio and it really sruck a chord in me.

Well. I'm still pretty pissed most of the time. But at least I know it.

 

[*ebony*]

It was Spring, but it was Summer I wanted-
The warm days and the great outdoors.

It was Summer, but it was Autumn I wanted-
The colourful leaves and the cool dry air.

It was Autumn, but it was Winter I wanted-
The beautiful snow and the joy of the holiday season.

It was Winter, but it was spring I wanted-
The warmth and the blossoming of nature.

I was a child, but it was adulthood I wanted-
The freedom and the respect.

I was 20, but it was 30 I wanted-
To be mature and sophisticated.

I was middle-aged, but it was 20 I wanted-
The youth and the free spirit.

I was retired, but it was middle-age I wanted-
The presence of mind, without limitations.

Then my life was over, and I never got what I wanted.

just being human i guess,
we all want what we can't have. sad thing is i know so many people who have so much in their life yet they never stop to acknowlege it. then when its all gone you finally notice. i'm as guilty these people i now.

 

[blueta2]

Nice
This poem shows humans create the majority of their suffering

 

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Steven Wright material:

"Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. Their families came and took them away. Eighty years later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said, so. What did you think?"