From time to time
everybody finds themselves
seemingly existing within a bubble
of space and time in which
it feels impossible to ascertain
how long you have been inside,
nor able to imagine being free of it,
because more often than not
we don’t realise what has happened to us,
nor how we found ourselves captured
with no thought of escaping…
people often stay somewhere,
doing the same thing, for years
before they start to question their place;
however when something happens,
perhaps when someone finds a way to leave
the confines of the barrier surrounding them
and they walk away with their head held high,
doubt can start to creep into the mind of those
who believe they have more to offer
than what they have been doing day after day
and something inside feels as if
it has started to change…
when you have been somewhere a long time
just the thought of not being there any longer,
surrounded by the people you have been around
more than even your family,
can be a scary thought -
but after something happens
that has an effect on the way that someone
feels about being somewhere,
that is when so many people
start to feel this surge of courage
brimming within them and encouraging
them to do what they may never
have anticipated doing;
however, everyone has their limits…
sometimes it is only when you can look backwards
upon somewhere you used to be
that you can give an honest assessment
on what happened, as well as when,
why, and how you decided to take
a leap into the unknown and make a move
towards where you found yourself
and doing what you ended up doing -
sometimes you can look back
and wonder whether you made
the right choice at the right time,
or whether you should have stayed
where you were and not been eager to leave
somewhere you knew well
for somewhere you did not know;
however, more often than not,
I would say that most people who
find themselves seemingly stuck somewhere,
and doing something they have no interest in
but just pays the bills and keep a roof over their head,
would undoubtedly jump at any chance
to see what would happen if they were to
take a shot in the dark and go wherever
and whenever their heart tells them to go,
and if they could anyone would
do the seemingly impossible
and break free of the bubble
that might have been holding them back.
personal-growth
My Poem “Square One”
Just like in the game of Monopoly
when everybody first arrives in this world
they start with the word “Go”,
and then they roll the dice
that will decide for them
where the game they are
involved in will take them –
and the rules of life
are similar to the rules of a game:
each of us start somewhere,
each of us are given a name,
each of us are given choices,
and as we learn more about
who we are and what motivates us
we find ourselves being pulled
down particular paths,
by particular things,
by particular people,
into making decisions
that will effect the rest of our lives.
No one in this life
is immune to influence –
because our brains are driven
by stimulation and information,
even from a young age…
no one can stop themselves
from making the “wrong choice” –
because up until a choice or a move
has been played to its conclusion
there is no way of knowing
the outcome of anything…
everybody dreams of becoming
something or someone when they are a child –
something or someone
who they see and want to emulate;
but I wonder how many people
actually became who they wanted to be
when they grew up,
if they did what they wanted to do,
and if they became who they wanted to be
when they were a kid?
Life has a way of making certain things happen,
while other things never get off the drawing-board…
people have a way of changing
their minds more frequently than they would think under certain circumstances…
the terrain that people think
will always stay the same
has a way of being remade
that cannot simply be returned
to how it used to be –
because nothing, no one,
and nowhere stays untouched
by outside influences.
From the moment that
the necessary components of our planet
coalesced and began to slowly
but surely evolve into
the wild testbed of experimentation
that it will always be,
even before humanity entered
the mix and started effecting
the world by any and all means,
Earth has been visited from space
many times by its fellow
celestial cousins
and it has continued to
thrive and go with the flow
of whatever course
plays out upon its surface.
Everything and everybody
begins their journey with
whatever and whomever
they have at their disposal,
and then, before long,
everything and everyone
finds themselves being
taken to places that they
do not choose to be –
but places where others want them to be;
and that is when the seeds
of rebellion are first sowen,
that is when the first ideas
of defiance start to get louder and louder –
until every individual decides to do something for them
and for no one else,
and that is when it starts:
that is when the power of chance
can start to change the map
of the world within our mind
and start to alter our opinion
of what we are here to do
and who we are supposed to be.
We all think that we will not
make the mistakes that similar people in our shoes have made in the past…
we all think that we can somehow
be different from other people
if we have “more” of something
than someone else…
we all think that we might get to see
something that no one else has ever seen,
or experience something
that no one has ever done before;
but each of us discover
that we are all constantly stuck
in a loop of repetition
that is hard to break free of –
especially when we find out that
there are powers in the world
that wish to control others
into thinking and believing
that one way is the only way
and supercedes all others…
we all think that there is a way
to see something before it happens,
and perhaps prevent the inevitable –
but time and time again
each of us are given a wake up call
that reminds us that some things
will always happen
because they were always meant to happen:
including proceeding down a path
for as long and for as far as we can
before realizing that we have
actually returned to where we were
and have to start over again
from Square One.
Mark The Poet 