Friday, April 08, 2005
I just happened to be thinking about a poem I heard at last months poetry slam - "In Transit".
Main message that came across to me being that we live this life, in this world, only in passing. That it is neither the start nor the end, that it is only...i think he compared it to a waiting room. And what folly to make so much out of so little, to either 1) spend our time and energy on essentially ephemeral things that cannot come with us to the great beyond.
And 2) to be so unaware of how fleeting our time here is. And to waste what little we have on insignificant things instead.
What if we aren't in transit? What if life as we know it here and now is
the end? Trnsiting assumes that we have in fact somewhere else to go to after our brief stay here. But what if there isn't?
What if all of man's hopes and dreams, his ideas and philosophies, and everything else, end with the flicker of a light switch? How should one live life then?
(I have to thank the guy who slammed "In Transit" because I thought it was really good. Have no idea what his name is or whatever, but whoever it is out there? cheers)
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