Poetry of Life

There is much in this world. True, a lot of it is fluffy crap, things that don't matter, that fill up our lives with meaninglessness. But underneath it all runs a river of poetry, a song that fills things with wonder, with beauty. I wish I could live in that river. I wish I could always talk in poetry, where every word matters and brings with it an essential piece without which everything is incomplete. Perhaps that is something to strive for.
You know, it is easier to just let the wave of advertising, the black hole of mindless entertainment to suck you in, to shove down the feelings that hurt, that are scary, that require unprecedented risk and just live your live unconscious without really living. I know I do it. More than I care to admit really. But how to get out? To break out of this rut; not onto flat ground but into the tallest mountains, the greenest valleys, to swim the raging oceans, and sleep by the softest stream. We are not called to do this alone however. Take someone by the hand and enter the unknown together for all beauty is in vain if it is not shared.