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The next right thing

The next right thing

I’m not sure what controls this world
Or what its motivations are
I think the safest thing to believe
Is nothing at all
Pure randomness
And the free will we exercise together
In this grand mosaic of planet earth
Weaving together the history of our world
One thread at a time
And so, each day is precious
Each moment each decision
Each good day and every ray of sun
Because in a moment the wind can change
And blow it all away.
It happens all the time
To people far better than me
But no matter what life throws at me
I will always pop up
And a smile will arise again
Today
Tomorrow
In sixty years
Till I draw my last breath
Because the only thing I can control
Is my own actions
And what I do with what I am given
And I always hope
Always want
For it to be
The next right thing.

How to help

How to help

I saw it on the news again
The same sad story
A man the world forgot
Neglected, didn’t shelter
Acting out a little
Crying out in pain
In a way that was inconvenient to society
His light extinguished too soon
By a violent wind
And I stand here
Lost in thought
Asking how to solve the problem
Asking where it comes from
And how I play a role
How can I help my fellow man?
When sometimes I feel I can hardly take care of myself
But that’s nothing
Compared to what he lived
But this problem is so big
And each of our parts is so small
It can feel hopeless
But that’s not a reason not to try
So I hope the next time I can do something
Something small or large
To help ease someone’s pain
I will do it
Without a seconds thought
And that there are millions just like me
Thinking the same.

Human

Human

Sometimes I feel
Like my heart is so close to the surface
Protected by nothing
Just a paper thin skin
Beating, faster and faster,
Straining to leave its cage
Always reaching for something
Always searching
Grasping
For something that slips through my fingers
Every time

But sometimes I catch a glimpse in the mirror
Of the masks that I wear
The shell that I use
To protect myself
To keep myself apart
Even from those I love

And I wonder
How I could be both of these things at once
Why there is nothing in the middle
And if one is the real me
I guess there is no answer
And that I’m not the only one
And that is part of what makes us human

How are you?

What I really mean is:
What’s good? What’s bad? What has your blood pumping, what has your blood boiling? What is thrilling you, what is killing you, what terrifies you and what has changed your life? What fills your heart with despair and what floods you with hope for the future? What moves you? What inspires you, what sets your soul on fire? Because if I care
about you, there is no over sharing. But I can’t say that. I can only say: how are you? And hope that you are more open than I.