The succession of precious pursuits

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Fly,
Fly,
Fly away.

Away from this place
of never-ending assignments.

A cog in the production wheel –
which demands maximum efficiency.
A small part of the assembly line
in this knowledge factory that never rests.

Write,
Write,
Write what you want to write about.

Free,
Free,
Free your mind,
from all the constraints
of the working world:

  • office hours
  • adventures in traffic
  • business talk
  • sleep-inducing meetings

How?
How?
How do I break free?

When Time,
Time,
Time is the precious commodity snatched from me;
all in sacrifice for an income
necessary to sustain myself and my dependents.

Quit,
Quit,
Just give up now –
you’ll never beat the system:
it chains you to its relentless activity,
consuming the precious moments
of billions of working lives each day.

Perhaps it’s a fallacy to believe that you can fulfill your dreams –
a means by which you can hang onto hope –
but never be grateful for what you have,
because you always desire something better.

Something that fulfills not only your mind,
but more importantly,
your heart and soul;
a satiation that leaves you smiling
because you’re fulfilling your ultimate purpose –
and that feels good on all critical levels:

  • Pleasing your Creator
  • Benefitting the creation
  • Satisfying yourself

Maybe,
Maybe,
Maybe that feeling isn’t meant for this life.

Or maybe it is.

Don’t deny those aspirations,
but strive to keep your mind free;
and keep chipping away –
in small but consistent ways –
because,
one day,
if God wills,
it’ll all fall into place.

And then,
as humans do,
you’ll just move on to new dreams:
for life is made interesting,
by the succession of precious pursuits.


Date written:

March 2010

Background:

At the time of writing, I was two years into a job which was rather monotonous – though it provided the necessary income. We were essentially workers in a knowledge factory: churning out training courses on an efficient production line. Our labour was mental, and as soon as we finished our tasks on one course, along came the next. And the next. And the next …

The lack of creative stimulation was accompanied by the depressing nature of the corporate world in which we operated – a world which I had always despised (even before my career began).

This poem expressed the internal struggle I faced in those years: trying to keep my writing dreams alive, while my spirit was being suffocated in a dead-end job.

But, as the piece wraps up, there’s the reminder that even when dreams are fulfilled, there will always be something new to move onto. It’s just the nature of the human being. We’ll never be completely satisfied. At least not in this life.


This poem – along with many others – appears in my book – Let it Flow – available via Amazon Kindle, Google Play Books, Apple Books, Kobo, and more. You can find an in-depth sample by clicking the image below, and if you’d like to be updated when the print version is out, please let me know.

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