The NeverEnding Story....Sans Falcor

I've realized

that there really is no end result.

As far as making goes

I find it's all about the process.

As far as life goes

I've realized it's just the same.

If it were all about an outcome,

then what?

Do you take a photograph

of what it looks like when you get there

hang it over the mantel

and sink back into your chair?

If you could be completely fulfilled

before the end of your human life

what would you do?

A life of constant goals and aspirations

of journeys climbing mountains

and crossing valleys

never has a finish line.

Even the old folks rocking on their porch chairs know this.

They still travel in their minds

or live vicariously through the youth.

Their hearts are still in the game.

There are no endings

only beginnings

only treasure to seek

and souls to rescue.

There is no stopping point

but there are plenty of vistas.

The pauses are imperative;

one cannot eat and eat

without taking a minute to digest.

You stop -- not stopped

your particles are buzzing --

and digest the peaks

digest the canyons and the pastures

digest the lives you've witnessed

and the marks they've left on your own

make sense of the directions you went

realize the necessity in the roads you chose

even if they were filled with potholes.

But you never stop at the goal.

There are moments to take action

and their are moments to absorb.

One is equally as important as the other.

I used to be afraid of change

now I fear the redundant.

Change is the heartbeat of life

the current that propels vitality through the body

the repetition that keeps things flowing.

Even the swallows thirst for change.

They'll fly south

but they always come back home.

Keep moving, keep moving

because the breeze is blowing the minutes away

and the times are changing quickly.

Ready or not

the docks are full

and the ships are sailing

and nobody likes to be left behind.

They're sailing in a circle

because that's all we've got for now

It's all new and it's changing

but it's the same and repeating.

Keep all your clothes

because you'll be wearing them again.

Time is an illusion

I'm motion

you're motion

and we're all getting dizzy

trying to balance on the same spinning globe.

We have our goals

set, accomplish, repeat.

set, accomplish, repeat.

and I've realized

that there really is no end result.

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