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Before you give up, watch this
A poem for finding hope when you've lost it
Maybe there is no answer.
Maybe you have been searching for
And waiting on
And bleeding in the absence of
Something that does not exist
And never will:
Perfection.
There were times you thought you found “it”
Times you thought you’d never fall back
When the magical potion or psychotropic drug
Words of Inspiration, motivation, or scientific fact
Seemed powerful enough
To transform your life
Your Self
Forever
You found the truth
Or so you thought
And you believed you became whole.
But each high was followed by a low
Each step up by one back
Confounded by
The disappointment of
Expectations dashed
Dreams broken.
Why did you hope so hard?
And yet
Each time you failed and tried again
You became stronger
More capable of
Owning, directing, transforming
Finding meaning
And up became a little more up
And down a little less deep.
Now when you’re high and you remind yourself
A low is bound to come
It no longer scares you
‘Cuz when you’re low you know for certain
You will bounce back up again
And when you’re lost within a tunnel
You know soon you’ll see the light
You know the longer you’re alive
The better you will get at life
From but the sheer amount of practice
You stop trying to escape.
And in a still moment
While being carried by the tides
You tap into
Something Beautiful
Feeling
Something real and stable
Becoming
Someone who
Can hold a lifetime’s memories
Stay whole in a shattered world
Breath in the energy that
Pulsates in the present moment
In the joy and courage
In the tension and fatigue
In the light and in the darkness
When you stop searching for perfection
And instead embrace
The messy now
You find “it”.
You find G-d.
There is an answer.