Life, they say, is fleeting and brief, A canvas of moments, joy and grief. What we create may fade away, Yet meaning lingers in each day.
“Focus on now, let go,” they declare, But the heart, unbridled, lays itself bare. Where do we pause, where do we bind, When storms of feeling crowd the mind?
To let it flow, or to restrain, A dance between freedom and chain. We walk the edge, not wild, not tame, Living lives that bear no name.
Perhaps the truth lies in the art, Of weaving reason with the heart.
What does a fish do when it’s thirsty, In waters vast, deep, and earthy? Surrounded by all it could desire, Why leap toward the hook’s cruel fire?
Is it hunger, a pang so raw? Or the want of more, a fatal flaw? What pulls us out, what draws us in, The endless dance of loss and win.
Have we not all we ever need? Yet still, we chase, we ache, we plead. Like the fish, we swim, we yearn, we stray, When the world is enough, right where we stay.
The difference is simple, a whisper clear, Between the dance of joy and the grip of fear. Joy flows freely, through time it roams, In past, present, and futures unknown.
It gleams in memories, warm and bright, Lives in the now, a radiant light. It dreams ahead, with hope in its stride, A boundless force, no need to hide.
But fear is bound to a single place, The future’s shadow, a fleeting trace. It dwells in “what ifs” that cloud the mind, Yet leaves the present and past behind.
Choose joy, the traveler of all time’s streams, And let fear fade, like fleeting dreams.
