A longer musing on importance and nonimportance of things in life |
What is in a life that makes it worth living How can we say we lived What feeling one should have what deeds he should accomplish so that dead could find him content. How much of importance is being helpfull to others true to yourself man of your words How to tell the difference between moments spent in vain and those that so much matter What is to be considered greatest fiercest passions or the steady care How to predict which moments would have impact on the steady course of this road we all walk together Which would be praised and which condemned There is no method no means that exist to tell that difference All that now is shall pass into shadow All might would crumble and palaces shall turn to dust Same is the wind that blows over kings and peasants All joys and sorrow shall one day fade Time would devour the memories of our love of our wars and struggles What has a meaning worth fighting for worth dying for I have no answer for this question Only sweet sadness that lingers Like dust on ancient books Stories long forgotten Battles whos heroes and martyrs no living man now remembers But it seems to be a way of our world that all things shall pass So is the greater the meaning of the small the underestimated and the regular Like view from the window and warm fire in cold winter nights. Acceptance of your closest. All rest is but dust on the harsh winds. |