Don't stop being who you are... Don't stop being what you are... Don't stop seeing the world how you want to see it... Don't stop reading into the poetry of everything... Don't stop giving your all to who and what matters the most... Don't worry about tomorrow, because the now should be your focus... Don't stop until you reach "The End" - and, even then, do not believe that that, as they say, is that - because, take it from me, the spirit of something and someone can never truly be lost. If you want to do something for yourself, for those who know you, for those who can always see the value of what you do every day, then be who you want to be - and, most importantly, don't stop!
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‘The Wolf in Me’ by Mark Hastings – audio book: Chapter Three
‘The Wolf in Me’ by Mark Hastings – audio book: Chapter Two
‘The Wolf in Me’ by Mark Hastings – audio book: Chapter One
My Poem “Out of your shell”
It is good to challenge ourselves... it is good to take on new responsibilities... it is good to do things we have never done before - in fact, it is essential in maintaining our mental health... it is good to expand our knowledge, see the sights and meet new people from different localities... it is good to be immersed in the unfamiliar... it is good to test our tolerances... it is good to let down our guard and converse with people who have different answers to the question: why are we here? it is good not to worry about if someone is watching and just do your thing - even if it leads to you involuntarily making a joke, singing, or starting to dance... it is good to look the way you want to look... it is good to have your own opinion of what is beautiful... it is good to have an imagination and to have the gift to be able to see the faces and to hear the voices of characters that you read in a book... it is good to step out of your comfort zone and embrace the opportunity to be able to fly free of your nest and naturally find yourself coming out of your shell.
‘The Wolf in Me’ by Mark Hastings – audio book: Prologue
My Poem “Life’s Light”
Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, but energy can change form... the creation of all things began billions of years ago, but nothing is as it was... people can be emotionally open and then transition into becoming closed off - even doors can change into becoming walls... you can prepare for the rest of your life, but what no one can ever be ready for is the end of days that follows a particularly painful absence and loss. Endings are necessary. Full stops are essential. Severance hurts, but sometimes it can also be seen as an opportunity. Everything big over time transitions back into becoming small. Generations leave legacies... life needs regeneration... love is a dream... in order to march every army of ideas needs the beat of a resounding drum... time is precious beyond belief... every day needs a night... the world is not all that we see... every exposure is a convergence and a prism of the fundamental colours of what makes life's light.
My Poem “Millennium”
In a thousand years what will be left? In a thousand years what will be left of us? In a thousand years what will be left of our planet? In a thousand years what will be uncovered underneath the dust? In a thousand years what will we be thanked for by future generations? In a thousand years what will we as a species look like? In a thousand years will everyone be a cybernetic organism? In a thousand years will people have to stay inside most of the time to shield from the intensity of the sun's light? In a thousand years will the human race be living on other worlds, and travelling through time, as well as through space? In a thousand years will we have forgotten what we now hold most dear? In a thousand years will we have been contacted by multiple intergalactic inhabitants of the galaxy, not mention the universe? In a thousand years will people worship Artificial Intelligence and think of them as all knowing electronic gods? In a thousand years will we have created a source of universal equilibrium? In a thousand years will we wish then that we now would have learned our lessons about tempting fate? Only our descendants can know for sure what is going to happen in the thousand years of the next millennium.
My Poem “Back for more”
Hard to walk away... Hard to break free... Hard to forget what you did to me... Hard to look at you and not remember our beautiful dream... Hard to go solo when I still feel you inside of me... Hard to hear that you have moved on and are apparently as happy as can be... Hard to realize that our time together was always meant to be limited... Hard to look in the mirror and see reflections of what we did... Hard to burn the bridges that I always thought would last forever... Hard to not want to go back to before... Hard to not want to rise - even knowing that it will lead to a fall... Hard to stop sending a message or picking up the phone to make a call... Hard to stop following my heart, no matter the cost, and choosing to walk through fire as I willingly go back for more.
