Friday, April 7, 2017

Ode to Flow

The meaning of life
Has been pondered for centuries.
Philosophy chases after the question:
“Why are we here?”
And for some reason
We are unwilling to accept
That maybe we are just supposed
To find something to do.
To keep ourselves distracted.
To find flow:
A prelude to purpose.
A symphony of stimulation.
A finale of fulfillment.
Flow,
You keep us grounded
In an invisible reality
Only sensed by
The innermost parts of ourselves.
We could get lost in the throes
Of “Why are we here?”
Of depression.
Of anxiety.
Or we could just
Find something to do.
Keep ourselves distracted.
Find you.

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