An Apathy for Effort
What happened to the world?
What happened to all of the happy people?
Drugs, money, *****?
None of the above.
I'll tell you what happened.
People happened to people.
Although, not others and to each other.
People happened to themselves.
Satisfaction became fiction
Men and women lost the grip on their vision.
Not eyesight, but people forgot the initial mission.
The concept of being happy
with what you have got
And worrying less about what you want.
If everyone would just shut up
And see how truly blessed they are,
Perhaps they would see
How truly blissful life can be.
Because what is bliss, but simply
A continuity with the whole.
And not a hole in the wall,
but the make of two halves.
If half the world gave half a hoot
We might experience bliss.
But we all individually feel deserving of more
As if we should get more than what we work for.
Yet NOBODY, is willing to give more
than a lift of a finger to attain.
It's too much of a chore.
We all expect the doors of life
To open to us, like a Walmart Super-center.
Where's the effort?
Where's that fighting spirit?
It's taking a nap with all of the hypocrites.
Those who spend their days feeling
sorry for themselves.
Those who left their aspirations
in a a Mason's jar
High upon the shelves, then claiming ignorance
as to what happened to their dreams, like lost car keys.
They know where they left them.
Hanging on the seams of their memories,
Abandoned when it became too hard
To work to achieve.
It's a sad state of affairs
When a man settles for his second choice of lifestyle.
Simply because his first choice was having an affair
With difficulty. Making it fairly difficult.
What is that man scared of?
Failing? You only TRULY fail if you don't try.
so instead he settles for second best,
While his heart sits idle and cries.
His heart cries:
"WHY?! Why won't you try?"
He is scared to lose,
That's why.
The sad thing is.
It's not as hard as that man thinks.
He simply needs to go out and do it,
and he will know happiness for the rest of his life.
But of course he's now too busy,
******* it all away.
Sipping on his bottle of sorrow drowning firewater,
somewhere when it's 5 o'clock.
As the whiskey burns and numbs his senses,
he attempt to consent himself with his settlement.
Living out his days with his mind and his heart
In constant battle.
Wondering what could have been.
What SHOULD have been...
So I beg of you,
don't choose to be another misfit or mishap.
Be you and always be true.
True to your heart and ideals.
Don't ever be frightened by adversity,
Be EQUALLY adverse.
Do not ever lose your grip on what makes you, YOU.
-Nathan W. Smith