The Human Condition
A poem by Shirley Yanez
Some one once told me in Hollywood before I lost everything the key to changing your life was to count the number of donuts you eat in a year and the number of books you read in a year and reverse them. I never really had a taste for donuts but these days I have a whole new thirst for reading. You only know what you know until you learn something new. The more I learn the more I realise how little I actually know.
Escaping your inherited tradition, sets you free from the human condition.
A paralyzing state of constantly repeating, the same rituals of copying and competing.
Tradition is handed down through generations, resulting in cycles of chaotic complications.
Passed on like an infectious strain, of something that leaves you completely insane.
Just because others choose to religiously follow, where mistakes and truth are hard to swallow, there is no good reason for you to do the same, going against the grain is the way to stay sane.
Life is your journey and free will your guide, travel together side by side.
Let nothing tempt you into a momentary fix, be free to explore a new bag of tricks.
When you close down your mind and listen to your heart, the message is clear so you will know where to start and once you get practiced at life's simple game, everything you thought you needed will not be the same.
There is no destination on this journey you are on, you just keep travelling to what is right not wrong and as you never get there, there is no need to hurry, just recognize early death is down to stress and worry.
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