Keeping yourself removed from the world
while being completely enthralled by it
all at the same time
has become my realized paradigm.
It seems I had prepared myself for a world that does not exist. Solomon’s words ring true,
this generation
does not remember
the generation which came before it.
Finding serenity in this realization is my newest task.
I am in the state of shock, or denial, over the whole thing!
The world will never be the way it has been taught to be!
For a writer who has no audience to reads his work,
what is his energy spent towards,
penning his words onto paper?
Is the only fulfillment of his writing deed
the inducement of his ego;
or will his prayer be answered?
Will some young buck read his words
and put them to use some day?
Will some young man use the words
from the wise men
whom had guided me?
Those men-of-olde are gone,
now,
never to share their wisdom and guidance ever again.
Gone.
For the writer who has that wisdom and guidance to share, however, there are no takers,
what is the Take?
-just archive it all?
-be removed from it?
-be immersed in it/enthralled by it all?
The Serenity Prayer comes to mind.
Give me the Serenity
to recognize the things I cannot change,
The Courage
to change the things which I can
and the Wisdom
to know the difference.