A LIFE LESS ORDINARY: september 17th

focus, n., v., 

the center of interest or activity;
(of a person or their eyes) adapt to the prevailing level of light and become
able to see clearly

My focal point is completely off
whack. 

I know I should be concentrating on
finishing this intensely formal essay on Cubism as a reference to art being in
harmony with nature (thanks for that one Cezanne, you genius) instead of
concentrating on whether or not time is an illusion that is socially
constructed to help make sense of the world.

I should definitely not be focusing
on how great my sesame bar was and should be focusing on how to attribute
letters written a hundred years ago to unknown recipients. 

I should be immersing myself in
silence instead of filling my ears with the whistling tunes of a desert hippy.

My mind should be pushing my whole
self into a slight panic that will enable me to smash out all the work that is
required to be finished within 72 hours instead of lulling me into a soothing
mood of mind wandering antics. 

My mind should really be reeling
with quotes and readings and journal articles. But it’s not. 

It’s contemplating optical illusions,
toast with peanut butter/banana and the satisfaction of a good cup of tea. 

It’s
pondering the electric feel of space between two elements juxtaposed with space
united. 

It’s thankful for the effortlessness of being true. It’s delighted by
the emphasis on joy. It’s puzzled by the not-quite-spring-could-be-looking-at-a-cold-summer
weather that is hanging about. 

It’s mainly wishing teleportation
was the real deal, right now, lets go. Yo.

Often our lives plod along like a
story heard a trillion times; slowly but surely getting us to the place we’re
meant to be. 

Other times it thrusts a
proposition at you that you can’t pass by and all of a sudden your life expands
to all the corners of the universe, making you believe that anything is
possible. 

And that’s a lesson best learned
quickly. Because if you’re brave enough to lose focus on
what you could or should or would be focusing on, you will realise that always,
no matter what: anything is possible.

Just because it wasn’t expected,
doesn’t mean it isn’t incredible.  

Go make yourselves proud. Go soak up
that love. Go make a difference and honour your focal point, whatever it may
be.

One
more for forgiveness

Twisting in the cold

Singing love, love is something I believe in

Too much my defenses

Are dangling from the chain

Oh but free, free is something to believe in.