ours is a generation
that is skimming 
this book called life

instead of embracing
each and every word
on each and every page

better to experience 
few things deeply than
many things halfway

the desire for money
robs the present moment
we live a life of “until then”
instead of “right now”

not everything
must have a purpose
life is meant to be experienced
without goals and deadlines
but with wonder and awe

“i don’t know”
we frown upon that statement
when asked what
we want in life

but “i don’t know” is
letting go of your ego
not controlling the outcome
or forcing an answer

in an infinite world
“i don’t know” is more powerful
because it is vastly larger
than “i know”

To breathe
Is but one of my
Entitlements

To rise
And walk
With the ability
To change direction

To experience
Feel, gather, immerse
Myself in each event of life

So, what are my
Entitlements in life?
To breathe
To rise
To walk
To immerse
To change

i think of people as if they're stars
billions are existing, brightly shining
each star necessary to complete variations of constellations
but when one star dies out, you can never complete it.

much like people,
billions are existing, brightly shining
unaware of the purpose they have
blinded by other's lights they forget their own
forgotten brightness, they forget the purpose they have
in other's lives.

The light at the end of the tunnel is actually a sense of worth, of value, of relevance... a sense of purpose and place.
The loss of these took me here.
It is not a light that those in the tunnel control... seemingly forever beyond my reach and unable to believe in value, place or worth.
It was never the aim to switch the light off. It was the hand and judgement of others that threw the switch to off. It is why the light and the switch are on the outside of the tunnel and not in the darkness where I am.
If you give no worth...
If you give no value...
If you give no relevance...
If you give no purpose...
Then there can be no place where the light can shine.

I think it truer that there is more than one light in the tunnel.
There are many exit signs... many corridors.
But... only one to which my key fits that leads to the light my eyes can focus in.
A tunnel can lead to many places... better the tunnel than a place you don't want to be, no matter how bright the lights may seem to others.
If such weren't so there would be no tunnel and my eyes would never have lost their focus.