Accept responsibility for your life. Know that it is you who will get you where you want to go, no one else.
Who know’s how that old famous saying on wishes and beggars goes?
Well that’s okay, as i only just now received a whisper in my ear from my best buddy Google. He says he thinks it goes something along the lines…
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
Well folks, get your harnesses and stirrups ready coz we’re going on a ride. Where to? A hot, desolate desert i like to call The Three Things I Wish I Could Do Well.
Number one and probably most important, would be the ability to eat well.
You know; like a balanced diet and shit(please excuse my French, as it’s one area i desperately wish to excel in).
My diet now, currently consists of anything and everything your doctor warned you not to eat. Like for instance; yesterday i had 4 mugs of ice-cream for supper and 3 greasy burgers, 2 packs of gummy bears and a bottle of Bourbon for dessert.
Kidding. It wasn’t Bourbon, just a very young bottle of wine that looked real fine.
I really wish to start eating well; less i acquaint myself with grains of sand six feet under, way before my time.
If not for the benefit of my health, then at least to boost the relationship with my toilet as we’re currently not on good terms.
For number two, my wish would be to be a better blogger.
The type of blogger that actually spends time connecting with other bloggers, not just commenting whenever it suits him best. A better blogger in the sense that i’ll make more time to thank other bloggers for liking my posts and following my blog.
And of course, joining in on conversations that have nothing to do with poetry or literature.
Finally; for number three i wish to be a better writer of prose than i am now as I’ve focused so much on my poetry that my prose has suffered as a result.
Don’t believe me?
The proof’s in this post, I’ve been writing it since about two weeks ago yet i’m still not happy with it. Thank goodness for laptops.
How much ink and paper would i have wasted in a world deprived of tech?
We can stay young by focusing on a dream instead of on a regret.
In my younger years, the dream was always to become an engineer. The thought of solving complex mathematical equations always made my mouth salivate. While the notion of being at the forefront of development on my continent filled me with great pride, I am sad to say that I’m older now and such fancies are no longer anchored in the harbor of my mind.
I got better fantasies to muse about now.
The dream now is simply to tour the world as a Performance Poet by speaking up against the injustices threatening to tear our beautiful world apart. In my minds eyes, i would be visiting a different place at least every month, learning about the culture and reveling in many a tasty cuisine.
Many of you will try to tear my dream apart with questions like, “You know poetry does not pay, right?”
Yes i know poetry does not pay, at least not enough to fund the sort of lifestyle i plan to live.
Which is why i also harbor the dream of one day owning my own business; as the economic situation in my country is really quite dire, and i tire from constantly applying for jobs that raise the level of my ire. Or jobs that simply don’t pay enough to allow one to live a comfortable life.
This is the main motivation behind the notion, of starting a business that will hopefully liberate me and many others from financial ruin.
I would love to say that i will own a Lamborghini; have a mansion by the seaside, with a fine view of many a lady’s bikini. But the truth is, the world does not need another reckless driver with a need for speed so great it makes him bleed. Nor does it need another aristocrat that gives not a crap for the average man on the street.
Fast cars, mansions and money were the dream of that younger, aspiring engineer with a leer.
Sure i wouldn’t mind having plenty money or gorgeous girls chasing after me. I simply realize that those things will not bring me any closer to happiness then i already am now.
The me now, just want’s to sow seeds that will help him grow spirituality and mentally. And I can do that fine in my future caravan. I see myself taking long sabbaticals into the deep forests of the wild, simply to enjoy my solitude and the company of nature in complete silence. Far from the sirens of many an ambulance in the city .
In addition, i see myself growing into a modern day monk. That’s so patient he could out wait a tree because he’s living in a constant state of mindfulness; seeing reality for what it truly is, and not behind the lens of an ego that sees itself as the main point which life revolves around.
Additionally, I dream of falling in love with the lady of my dreams, and sailing away on our honeymoon on a cruise ship to the Caribbean, making babies and eventually settling down to write novels in my older, more mature years.
BUT; to be completely honest, the above mentioned are not really my biggest dreams. All of them pale in comparison to my biggest dream of all, which is to live in an era without terror.